Get Organized, Dammit!

If only I could follow my systems!

I got myself totally depressed this morning looking for a receipt from a purchase from four days ago.

I had bought Br'er Rabbit a new watch battery and suddenly his watch is misbehaving again. I remember coming home and holding up the receipt, saying "it's guaranteed for a year!" But, somehow, the receipt didn't make it into my carefully labelled "RECEIPTS AND WARRANTIES" folder in my filing cabinet.

I was late for work and suicidal by the time I left home empty-handed.

Shit!

Beating up

I've keep beating up poor deuterium_d3. A few months ago, I told him how uncomfortable I felt about his spilling too many negative details about a mutual friend. Now, I'm bugging him about his anti-semitic ancestors who his grandmother is all hot for.

Life's unfair -- he's about the sweetest guy I've met.

And...

I hate the layout of my journal but I don't have the time to make something more readable! Sorry.

Also...

Rent Igby Goes Down.

Wow. Brilliant, literate, surprising, funny, vicious, heartbreaking script. Delicious acting (especially Claire Danes and Susan Sarandon).

I usually hate wasting my times on the tragedies of the rich, but here the culture of greed and cold is so brutally portrayed and the Igby's reactions so true, that I loved it.