2003-11-10 | 2:51 p.m.
I'm at an awful age

I hope it is a sprained wrist and not arthritis. Should it feel 80x better after a hot shower and stiffen up something awful in the cold if it is a sprained wrist? Eep. I remember my Nana wearing gloves in the house to keep her hands extra warm because it made her less stiff. Oh man, if I *already* have arthritis, it's all over, kids. "Get arthritis" wasn't on my "Things to do before 30" list. Believe it.

I always believe Dustin, and he makes it sound like everything good in the history of ever happens on "Passions" next week. I still can't trust those bitches who write that show, though. They have hurt me too many times before.

Last night I went to Life, where I hadn't been in a couple of months now. Sad. I should go there everyday because it is great. You get a cheeseburger for $3.75. AND for $1.50 they give you about 48x the amount of fries any one person could ever eat ever. It's great. And it's in Bushwick. Which I only mention because I would like to advise each and every one of you out there, if you ever want to have a discussion about what makes somewhere East Williamsburg as opposed to Bushwick, please have it at maximum volume so that I may easily eavesdrop. You know I'm a lot deafer than I used to be (this is rock-show-related and has nothing to do with my arthritis and advancing age, so stop before you start, thanks) and nothing brings me greater joy and laughter.

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