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Spring sure is making people weird around here. The most humorless person in the press just walked through here wearing a straw hat. Crazy.

Wonderful day today -- perfect weather, breezy and sunny. There's an arts festival being held downtown until the end of the month, and I went out on the green today, got some pizza, sat on the grass, and listened to some music. It's so nice to be able to walk right out the front door and have that kind of thing going on.

Pop is supposed to be getting in tomorrow, so I'll take off from work around 11 and go pick him up. For some reason, it feels weird for him to be visiting me, but it should be good. We'll probably go into NYC this weekend; maybe go see a play.

Only a little more than a week 'til I head south! I have many projects on my agenda, most of which involve eating barbecue. I'd also like to get out and take some pictures. It's been too long since I've done that. I didn't have time for jack dogshit when I was home in December.

Work has settled down quite nicely this week. I still have plenty to do, but now I have something approaching enough time to do it in. Inconceivable! And I'm pretty sure that I'm going enjoy this job a lot more than my old one. The other one wasn't that bad, just monotonous.

Oh, reminder to self: pick up some earplugs this evening. Dad snores like an asthmatic yak.

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Ya know what freaks me out? Lingering eye contact. I mean, I don't mind making eye contact with people, but you know how there are some people who seem to take eye contact a few seconds beyond what's comfortable? Like you're sitting there for a moment after both of you have stopped saying anything, and you're still making eye contact? Of course, it takes two to make eye contact, so it's a little tricky saying who's to blame -- but it only happens with certain people, so it's them, dammit, not me!

I was an extremely charming fellow before the paranoia set in. I swear I was.

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I get the weirdest phone messages. That dude wanting me to clean up puke . . . the guy from the Debonair Motel in West Haven wanting to take out some advertising . . . and now some chick who wants me to help her get an HIV test! The hell you say!