04/25/2003 - 9:16 p.m. | eggs (yes, that's a title)

Only Lisa could take my neurosis personally. "Why do you have to fight through a conversation with me?" Because I'm fucked up, dear. That's all.

Pretty damn rainy walk to IMPE, but it helped cheer me up as is usually the case. Had my "job interview" in the drive from IMPE to CRCE with Doug; I guess I got it. Work was peachy. Just read or whatever. Came back here and did headstands; now I have a headache, and I think I need another walk.