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4.13.2004

thirteen and eight hundred seventy-five thousandths cents each hour

friday night i responded to a craigslist post by a singer/guitarist looking to start a band. he wrote back the same night and wanted to meet this past weekend. he left a phone number to call him. in his email he wrote that his apartment and studio are in brooklyn and asked me if that would be a problem. i have yet to call him back. i'm a weenie.

celexa costs $100 per month without medical insurance. the 411 lady couldn't give me a nassau county cvs number from the list she had in front of her unless i could correctly pick a town that was blessed with a cvs. she didn't budge even when i explained to her that i recently moved here. in an aggravated tone i told her to forget it and that i'd just use the internet. turns out all the internet needed from me was my zip code. i like numbers.

i think i finished that "turnpike" song today. i like (all ninety-two seconds of) it better now. guess that means i should re-burn that mix for johnnie.

tuesday i'm gonna call the numbers for some jobs i found in the newsday classifieds. some of them sound cool. i'm also supposed to check in with the temp agency with whom i registered on thursday. that's wednesday's activity.

fight as i may, kim is getting me hooked on general hospital. 10pm on soapnet. i sure hope emily finds nicholas soon.

any encouragement for me to call brooklyndudeman is appreciated in advance.

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