my leg is tension shooting up the limb like christa päffgen sadly did with syringes one minute, but fine the next

beat me for ever working at this accurséd place. withhold only because i've met some awesome people working there, but then resume as the line of cars stretches around the building--throughout my shift, non-stop. what was i thinking, two-plus years ago? hmph.

physics is a bitch here. and so is cosmic irony. they both hang out there and caw over us like harpies.

my feet need shoes with more arch support. i need more arch support. i woke up this morning and set my left foot down on the ground and felt my hamstring spasm and tense up so much that it hurt. i stumbled a little and almost fell. but after gingerly limping around on my other foot for most of the morning, i was able to set it back down without much pain. it only returned tonight at work; my muscle was stretched to a point where string would start breaking, and i hobbled back and forth from the credit card machine for three-and-a-half hours. i'm hoping the fact that i won't be wearing flat-soled shoes tomorrow night will enable me to keep on getting down. and by that i don't mean falling down.

but enough complaining; i do have to mention how i can tell my good friends from my circle of acquaintances: whenever i see these people, my heart lifts, and so do the edges of my mouth. more so when they've come to visit me especially. you people keep on keeping on; you brighten ten-forty-five pm parking lots more than the lights they put there. thank you for passing around the loaf of french bread--i probably needed that more than you'd think.

and i'm finally done with filming. we have now entered the post-production phase, and all that's left for me to do is hope and pray earnestly that i laughed long enough and my skin doesn't look so transparent on camera. and that i do look beautiful.

also, i have to show up to the premiere next weekend looking snazzy. this means my prom dress two saturday nights in a row. the first of which is tomorrow night. it's definitely overdue, but i'll be in the presence of very good friends, and one can't argue that such a situation is cause for celebration. i will most likely make a fool of myself at the convention center, and sober, no less. what else can you expect from me?

-d

P.S. i marvel at how much i've written these past few months. it's amazing. take a gander, but don't venture too far...you may wind up in uncharted territory...
P.P.S. "boxer" has to be one of the greatest albums ever. i'm in love.