March 30th, 2002

caillebotte_man at his window

Hecticity

My schedule is now totally out of whack. I have no idea what time I'm going to sleep or waking up or eating or anything else. At least, if everything is falling into chaos, there is interesting weather for the event. The maples and birches in the neighborhood are sprouting their leaves, and more plants are flowering. Still very few bees are about, though which is distressing. The plants will have a hard time consummating their sexual frenzy.

The days may be a bit too warm, but this makes for pleasant evenings. Yesterday, the sunset produced a broad band of mauve across the sky, reminding me of the versatility of Frank. Lately, though, his changable colors have often clashed with the brown of the birthday cake at which he continues to munch. Are they ever going to change that?

Ah, well. Tomorrow (or today, actually, whenever I wake up) I will go once again in search of a new pair of headphones. I'd like to save the money toward a replacement for evil Sluggo, but music is more important than computers. Yes! Heresy, but there it is. And now to see if I can sleep. Wow. Brain fry. Bzzzzzzzz...
caillebotte_man at his window

Wasting Time

Still no headphones. The kid working at Radio Shack had a brain the size of a pea. He couldn't answer any of my questions. He looked like a geek, but I think he was just passing for one. He was probably just a common nerd. I learned something, anyway. Just because a guy has his oily hair parted in the middle doesn't mean he knows anything about electronics.

If I could get down to the river today, I could freeze my toes. The snowmelt is not much above freezing, but the sun is bright and the air temperature is over 80. The fruitless mullberry tree is growing those little green things that look like caterpillars. They carry the pollen. In the sunlight, I see little puffs of it being spewed into the air. This is always a sign that the allergy season is about to peak. At the moment, my head feels about three times it's normal size. Ah, spring.