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I still think there's something at play here. I don't know if it's a regional thing or a book-people thing or what, but almost everyone here puts something in coffee. (Milk or sugar or Equal or cream, I mean, not bourbon or anything. But you never know.) And they look at me like I'm crazy when I just grab a cup and start drinking it. "Just BLACK?!" Yes, thank you.

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Oh, dear. It's definitely Freak Day. Every single thing about the day confirms it -- especially the fact that I didn't realize what was going on until just a minute ago. And it's not just me. That's another requirement of Freak Day: there has to be widespread uneasiness or downright fear. I just told the managing editor about the concept of Freak Day, and I was a little apprehensive. I was afraid that she was going to tell me, "You're the only freak. Now get over it." But no. In fact, she said that she had been having weird dreams when she got up this morning and that she's had this vague but undeniable feeling that something was wrong all day today. "Yes," she said. "It must be Freak Day."

Man, if you think I'm going out and volunteering to be arrested today, you're out of your ever-lovin' mind. Even a public-disturbance citation is more than I'm down for. Besides, I don't trust any of the people involved enough to feel sure that this is all going to happen as planned.

It is kind of exciting to witness civil unrest, however minor. On one corner of the New Haven Green, people will be blocking traffic (and probably getting maced), while on the opposite corner homeless people are camping out and protesting the city's decision to close down a shelter.

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I saw this guyon the bus today. He was actually looking quite dapper in a jacket, tie, and khakis. I dare say he was cleaner than Skeeter's peter. Whatever that means. And he wasn't even talking shit -- just reading the paper. He did look around a few times like he was lookin' for some shit, but I guess he didn't like the looks of the situation. He obviously didn't see me, or he would have busted ass down the aisle to accost me, I'm sure. I always attract maniacs.

Oh, one cool bus-related thing did happen today. There's an incredibly fine French chick who's been chatting me up at the bus stop and on the way into town in the morning. This is in welcome contrast to the incredibly fine but incredibly haughty Russian girl who also rides my bus but never says a word to anyone. Any suggestions on how to proceed with this girl? I'm not accustomed to hitting on women on the bus. I swear. I dunno if I should ask her out for escargot or offer her a ride in my Le Car or what. (What is it with me and foreign women lately? I just love those ladies from exotic locales. You know, like France, Russia, and Thunder Bay.)

Oh yeah, that reminds me -- to my deargoatsupreme: I promise to free myself of any pesky entanglements by the time I become your lawfully wedded he-bitch.

love is in the air

Oh yeah. I had the good sense (or lack of nuts) to get out of the downtown area before the fun started, but I did snap a few pictures of the hate-riot preparations and the homeless people's tents.





( bad craziness in NewHavenburgh )

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Oh, another boring computer update for thebelljar (nyeah, nyeah!): I had the computer guy up trying to fix one of our printers, and while he was up there, he saw me switching the monitor cable from my shit desktop to my laptop. He laughed and said, "You need another monitor! You want another one to use with your laptop?" I'm like, uh yeah, you mean I can have one? He says, "Yeah, sure -- it won't be as big as this one, but sure, come on down and get one!"

Goddamn, if I'd known it would be that easy I would have started taking it up there months ago. Well, actually I mentioned it once, but the head computer guy kind of acted pissed off that I didn't want to use their machine.