Awright, went to the California Pizza Kitchen after my shrink appointment at the VA Hospital, which is not the same as the Vet Center, by the way. So hungry. CPK’s white pizza is very good. There’s no internet here but I’ve got Werrrd up so that (word up) I don’t have to look at the two lovebirds in the next booth who are sitting side-by-side instead of opposite each other. I don’t know about you, but I find it easier to converse with someone across the table from me. But whatever. Right now I’m conversing with my Notebook, so there you go.
I’ve had a zit on my left cheek for going on two weeks now. One of those especially nasty and tenacious buggers that won’t go away, and by now it’s turned an attractive shade of aubergine, right there smack dab on the center of my cheek. It may as well have arrows and flashing neon signs pointing to it saying BIG ZIT. So, today I wore some makeup, which I seldom do anymore. The makeup wasn’t terribly effective in hiding the zit, but as an experiment I applied dark eyeshadow around my eyes instead of eye liner, the result of which makes me look fairly ghoulish and thereby detracts from said zit. Oh well, I can always let my hair hang in my face and hide it that way. Ghouls’ hair hangs in their faces, right?
Pizza’s here, schnum num num!
It’s too hot to eat right now. I want to leave my Notebook open to act as a shield, but I don’t want to wear down my battery. Would I look too much like a dick if I put the computer to sleep and kept the black screen up?
3:29 PM
Pizza’s gone and the lovebirds have left. Gawd, looking at them, I’m SO glad I’m not in my 20’s anymore! How small your universe is when you’re the center of it.
The soundtrack in here is pretty good. “Only Cab on the Road” by Train (don’t like anything else of theirs), and now the Gin Blossoms, “Until I’m Far Away,” which is one I don’t have a copy of. The Gin Blossoms bring to mind a really good period in music, up to the mid-90’s. After about '95 or '96, everything went to hell in a handbasket. Isn’t it weird how that happens? A similar slump took place in the late '70’s to the early '80’s.
I could have sworn the waiter was laughing at my zit, but surely I’m being paranoid.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:10 PM
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