Sunday May 5, 11:33 PM

happier now, walking from my car to the apartment under the canopy of white flowery trees and carpet of fallen petals, coming into a dark house that smelled like rain and the outside, plus all the remains of a good day.

last night it felt so good to climb into my clean-sheeted bed fully conscious and sober and wake up a restful nine hours later, reveling in the sole possession of space in my twin bed. I laid still for a while, recalling dreams, between my open window and the curtains I put up as a divider in my room. coffee, shower, church, lunch.

lunch with this guy. I look for something sparkly in a person and I do get disappointed when I can't readily find it, because I know there's got to be something somewhere. probing questions, stories I tell as a conversation starter, moments of silence. . . all these tactics of mine led to nothing today. sure, he has characteristics that are appealing. . . he's a real person with a fairly large salary, security, nice car, he likes boating and semi-decent music. but. once again, it's just not enough, there's always a connection missing. drinking stories do not equal deep conversation.

thunder coming in, it's been a nice rainy night with good thunder. tonight I ate dinner at a friend's and we sat around and laughed about things and ate salmon and drank australian wine and it was just starting to get dark and big-cloudy in the sky.

I saw a play this afternoon, A Piece of my Heart, which is about women's roles in the Vietnam war. it was most likely the best production I've seen at this school. to begin with, it was a good premise, good script, and a generally compelling story. pretty good acting, too, and some emotional scenes.

I'm exciting for upcoming events and months. This week will swing between large amounts of graphic design and large amounts of fun. then I'll graduate from college. yeah, weird.

and this summer! today I got my summer radio show slot assigned, it's the mega-kick-ass Friday from 3-6 PM. lovely in so many ways, number one being that I will never have to work on a friday night so much fun will ensue. also, friday afternoons are just my favorite time ever, and a good radio show will make it even better. also today I hung out with Max, my roommate this summer, and we have silly fun together. singing Prince, screeching, devising plots for outdoor furniture and devices for climbing up the fire escape. I look forward to summertime foods, a refrigerator full of strawberries and oranges, leftover tuna helper, yogurt, ice cream, and beer. (last summer was the summer of the Two Dog Orange Brew).

fun!

and now, sleep!

Monday May 6.

Today is super! So far pretty much all I've done is read and sat around and made food. and tonight I'm covering a radio show from 6-9. woo!

I wrote this in my head on the way back from the dermatologist today. Stupid situations always seem better when you place them in a comic book-like context.

Installment 3: The Adventures of Wartocles.

We begin today's adventure in the seemingly-innocent not-so secret hideaway / offices of the Evil DermatoloGor, fighter of all skin conditions and arch nemesis of our hero, Wartocles.

Wartocles patiently waits his turn reading the Metropolis Register, staying out of human view in his subtle but effective Band Aid Cape. His name is called, and he retreats down the long, tastefully carpeted hallway to the Inner Chamber of the Evil DermatoloGor's office.

"such a familiar chamber," wartocles thinks to himself. "In this exact chamber have I many times defeated the plans of the Evil DermatoloGor." Wartocles eyes a poster on the opposite wall, which displays all the enemies of DermatoloGor: Super Lesion, Pustule Man, and the old familiar Acnetron. "Most of my colleagues have felt their fair share of defeat from DermatoloGor. But he is no match for I, powerful and mighty Wartocles."

there is a soft knock on the door and suddenly the room fills with the vile and white-coated DermatoloGor. "Hi Katharine, how is the wart coming along?" scoffs DermatoloGor. "Let's take a look. . . .Well, Katharine, it looks like the Wart Film Plus hasn't done much. Would you agree?"

"Ha ha!" guffaws Wartocles. "I am still as large and violent as ever! You have tried to defeat me with lasers, you have dipped me in baths of acid night after night, yet I maintain my strenth and horrifically disgusting size! Your powers are useless on me, DermatoloGor! What evil plans have you made that I will escape from this time?"

"Maybe we'll try the liquid nitrogen just on a small area. The blister would be too uncomfortable if we covered the entire surface area of the wart, so maybe we'll just freeze it away in small increments."

As DermatoloGor began to apply liquid nitrogen to the lower half of Wartocles, he shouted in defiance,"Your freezing techniques will not master me! I am the mighty and powerful Wartocles! Ouch, that stings. I mean, ahem, ha ha DermatoloGor! I barely feel the extreme coldness and stinging that your weak Liquid Nitrogen is said to produce. This is yet another technique that I will heroically evade!"

"We'll see you in about two weeks, Katharine. Take this sheet up to the front and they'll set up your appointment for you," screeches DermatoloGor as Wartocles squirms and releases himself from the DermatoloGor's evil grip.

As Wartocles narrowly escapes from the Inner Chamber, he muses to himself. . . "what tricks could the Evil DermatoloGor have in store for me next time? A new pill or creme? Oh, DermatoloGor, you will never learn. . . I am the mighty Wartocles, I will never be conquered!"

tune in next time when DermatoloGor reveals his master plan. . . attempting to foil Wartocles with a drug only FDA approved for Wartocles mightier, more powerful brother, GenitalWartocles!

dun dun duuuun!

oh jeez, I really am psycho.

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