perhaps tom cruise is right

basically i'm hoping i never see her again-- she who won't be named. i've spent too many days with her and she is ungrateful, pushy and repugnant. she rubs me the wrong way on days where almost any rubbing would be desirable. what kind of imbecile would take somebody's blood, dispose of the slide, the cottonballs and gloves in the proper biohazard container, but not also dispose of the blood-pricking instrument? her reasoning: well it's not that important-- the needle retracts back into the body of the implement so the infected part wouldn't be exposed. oh, and sometimes there might not be enough room in the bioharzard container. WHAT? when i again questioned her on why she wouldn't dispose of bioharardous waste according to protocol, she assumed a ridiculously defensive position and declared that she would from now on do it properly. she's not even a liscenced health practitioner. fuck. get out of my life face hair soul schleras blood type. i wish i let her roll off me. it disappoints me that i care. ne pas worth my energy. she is over now. i apologize to all those who i've burdened over the last week by deflating her during conversations which could've been positive, productive or even just tolerable.

i ate lunch at a brewery today: two orders of roasted vegetables and a half plain baked potato. i left the carrots, as they weren't cooked. ate a half chocolate almond clif bar for dessert.

spent 45 minutes hanging out at the ocean complaining about miscommunication.

heated up my green soup for supper, which i ate along with a piece of kamut bread with tahini and blackstrap molasses. blake made pancakes.

we scrambled ourselves together and took the #14 to the south end. found a phone, but not one that worked. used the phone at alexandra's (thanks) where we heard on cnn that kerry probably won the debate (2:1-- you win!) . hi-five! Conveniently, craig's building is in the same building as the pizzashop, and we chilled there for 15 minutes with him and laurae. it was craig's 30th birthday. the just for laughs folks were staying at the hotel and gave him some free tix. he generously decided to take blake and i with them. we were separated from c & l, and we probably got better seats (third row). i'd never seen live comedy before, so that was a treat. the comics were funny (appropriately), but i didn't cackle. this is the ultimate test. a lot of the jokes were generic. nothing innovative. i'm certainly not saying i could top it-- but i can judge it.

blake and i watched ten minutes of an ali g video we got from vd before he had to leave for work.

chris and i went for inari at 1 am. it's always a fun time until i ruin it by doing shit i know i shouldn't do. i shouldn't push. sorry. i was pushing my own buttons as well, and i hit a sore spot. it's not as if i read the whole article in rolling stone or anything, but i think tom cruise and the scientologists have it right when they say (and i hope this is a proper scientology generalization) that human counsel isn't terribly important-- that it's more important to look within. i know. it's way better, because you are on your own side (most often) and at least you know why. or you should seek counsel from someone who always tells you what you want to hear (i love you). or at least someone who will tell you something-- anything, with conviction.