August 25, 1999.

I think I was a little premature with my little self-pity jag about Sherezade last night. After I wrote & posted the entry, she called back & we talked for an hour & a half. She seems happier these days...I suppose it's because of her boy. It seemed like she was fighting relationships for such a long time; I'm happy that she let her guard down this far. Although it does mean that we'll continue to see each other on a highly infrequent basis. Can't win 'em all.

S: I'm supposed to be gaining weight now that I'm on the pill.
Me: Welcome to fat arm country. That's what Little Spider said to me when I told her I was on the pill.
S: My arms are already fat.
Me: That's what I said!

I finished up my interview with the temp agency today. I think it went really well: my test scores were high & I managed not to talk into my chest as I have a wont to do in threatening situations. The mysterious contact lady made an appearance today, thus allaying my concern that the whole set-up was an elaborate practical joke. Well, not really; I've never been that paranoid. And it would've been interesting taking assignments from a mysterious character who never appeared. Sort of a Charlie's Angels vibe, without the wardrobe budget.

I left feeling encouraged, which I suppose is part of their job. Even so, it was nice to talk to a professional who at least acted excited about my job potential.

I'm typing this in my brother's room. He's got a pretty sweet set-up...since I've spent most of my time living elsewhere, he got the bigger room. Resent that as I may, it's only fair. The walls are full of pop culture posters, punk promotional items, animal cruelty missives, old flyers, a Loony Toons calendar, inserts form Owl Magazines circa 1980 & concert tickets. There's a paper cutter in the middle of the desk & a strange bachelor funk that defies exorcism or even description.

You know: a boy's room.

It pleases me to be in here these days. As the year's progressed, more & more books have appeared, mostly about food and psychology. He's finally read Animal Farm...I can't even remember what year I gave it to him. It's all indicative of an upsurge in energy & intellectual activity before he goes to college in a week, and it makes me wish I was going back to good old cold-shoulder U of T for another year of play. I'll try not to be too jealous this year...he's still living at home for one thing, and he's studying something practical for another.

Still, I'd rather be here than my room.

Even though my room smells better.