March 25, 1999.

Useless fact of the day: if I was still dating Alexi, today would make 55 months. Argh. It only takes so many days for a response to become habit; and I spent 3 years remembering the 25th of the month. I wonder if I'll ever get to reclaim that little bit of cortex?

I had a similar thought two New Year's Eves ago, when I was hopelessly nauseous and unable to concentrate on anything but Paula Abdul lyrics.

Was watching the news today. This is not a normal occurrence for me (as you can probably tell...I'm not the best-informed knife in the drawer), but the Boy was installing an adventure CD ROM he bought at the drug store, and I had some time to kill. In anycase, I was watching the news when an item came on about a woman who was robbed at gunpoint in broad daylight in a mall parking lot...not only in my hometown, not only at a mall I frequent, but in THE PARKING LOT I HABITUALLY CHOOSE TO PARK IN. I don't come from the ghetto, folks. When Little Spider interned at the local paper, the most exciting story she covered involved a man who lived on the edges of town with a literally astounding amount of pumpkins.

You'd expect this sort of paranoia to arise out of my current residence in the Big City. But I guess that would be too normal for my life.

Sheesh.