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Thursday, Mar. 14, 2002 / 11:43 a.m. ~Sunshine on a Slow Day~ 10:56 a.m., Cubicle Time. Cheese Danish in my belly. Plenty of fresh water available at all times, just like a cat, Lulu�s off�a little quiet has taken over. The phones are slooooooooow. Maybe two to three calls an hour. Whoa! Seriously. Really. I am not kidding. Is it some proverbial calm before some proverbial storm? Earlier was noise, too much noise for me and my permanent headache. Just lots of chitchat, a discussion of regional dialects, but they didn�t have the vocabulary, they were simply going on and on about Emeril and the way he pronounces certain words, the fact he sounds like he�s from Boston, or New York, or somewhere, but he�s from Louisiana � a very interesting accent, by the way. So, I sat and listened, unable to read from all the noisy chitchat, really, people sitting right next to each other shouting, finishing each other�s sentences, sometimes wrongly. I sat here thinking, yes, you refer to regional dialect, and vernacular. Fascinating stuff, linguistics. But first thing in the morning I usually want to sit. Just sit. Sunshine has a horrible pain in her knee, and after she told me of her cancer, three times she had cancer!, I began to think what if it�s spread? What if? So, she calls me on my cube phone and I ask her, Hey, do you ever worry, I mean, after your cancer?, and she says she can�t even go there, can�t even consider it. So, I guess she does worry. Privately. But, and tell me if you know this movie, there�s this movie, and ironically enough I believe it is called �Sunshine�!, with Cliff DeYoung and Christina what�s her name, and the soundtrack is John Denver I think, and I think I have the soundtrack, on vinyl, but Cliff and Christina are married, early �70s, hippie types, and she gets cancer in her bones, her leg hurts, and they need to amputate, but she wants to have her legs so she can be a good mom to her child. Like having less than two legs would make her a bad mom. Anyway, Cliff gets kinda sick of his wife being sick, going through chemo, etc., and the part that sticks out in my mind, other than the song, �Sunshine�, or is it �Sunshine On My Shoulder�?, by John Denver, is when ol� Cliff has an affair with this other chick and tells her she smells of lavender, but Christina smells of death� I�m thinking of that movie, and Sunshine, the Sunshine that�s here, three cubes away, and how she�s had cancer and now her knee hurts, and I�m thinking it�s cancer, that it�s metastasized. I�m picturing Christina what�s her name, so pretty with her long dark hair, in her hippie shirt and shorts, on crutches, in that movie� I won�t be a hypochondriac for her though. I do that enough for me. I have realized though�I always have some degree of a headache. I�m simply so accustomed to the slight pain that I don�t always notice, only when it grows and grows and interferes with my daily functioning. This I know. But, alas, and alack, things aren�t so bad today. I am feeling better. Mind over matter, or otherwise, I�m working on it. I am really going to try to take better care of myself, and my surroundings. Maybe it�s Spring Fever, but I want to clean, and cook, and dust all my books in my library. Of course, to really do all those things, I need to quit my job. It�s all very time consuming, and working every day until 6:00 doesn�t leave me enough time to do all of that, and watch my favorite television shows, read my favorite diaries online, and anything else I want to do. Perhaps we could just lengthen the day by three or four hours? Is that possible? Or could I just win the Fucking Big Game lottery?! Not the whole jackpot, although yes, that would be nice, and I would be the ultimate philanthropist, I swear!, but at least the $150,000, okay? Just match the five numbers, not the Big Game number, I don�t need a lot, just enough to quit working so I can LIVE again, okay? Okay. Now, I�ve written a little entry for my little diary. How in hell do I spend the rest of this day? It�s beautiful outside, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, the temp is nice and balmy, if only I didn�t have to be �here�, but could be �there�. Hmmm� Amusing little anecdote: Sunshine had a call from a guy a little while ago, she calls me to see his name, it�s Dumrongsak Thummaporn. So, I say, Hey, I bet he�s Thai. Or Vietnamese, Southeast Asian, at least. And we joke, pronounce it all funny - not nice, not PC, I know, but we are trying to amuse ourselves. He just called again, and I got him, I helped him out, did my job, you know, the usual shit, and he was REAL hard to understand, but I�m good at accents, so I accomplished my task, and I said, �May I ask where you�re from?�, and of course he said, �Huh?�, and I said, �What country are you from?��and he says�guess, no guess, what do YOU think he said?! �Thailand�. YES! Whoo Hoo! I rule! So I call Sunshine, �Guess who just called me? Guess!�� �That guy�� �Yeah! Guess where he�s from! Guess! Thailand!!!!� See how slow it is? This was the highlight of the day so far. We�re having some fun now. Cost of the War in Iraq
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