2003-09-11

Well, in two hours I’m fucking off and heading to the airport. Box cutter jokes aside, I do kinda wish it wasn’t this particular anniversary. What the hell can I possibly say to someone who is remembering firsthand what happened two years ago? Fucking NOTHING, that’s what. Especially since I’m actually medically incapable of expressing a serious emotion without the help of sarcasm. It’s a tough cross to bear.

Anyway. New York! Woo! I’m champing at the bit to get the fuck out of Dodge. You’ll be pleased to hear that, according to the detailed update of this morning, my boss’s allergies, which have been bothering her a lot lately (leading to much raucous nose-blowing in the next cubicle), are causing much less of a problem today thanks to a new prescription nasal mist. I KNOW. The excitement is almost too much to bear. Now I’m going to be distracted and impatient all weekend, eagerly anticipating Monday’s continuation of a Tale of Two Sinuses. Damn it ALL, I say!