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hey. this date is filled with 2s as well. 02222002! look at all those 2s! ah, whatever. i'm just trying to make up for absolutely forgetting to 'note' that whole 8pm Feb 20th thingy. sheesh.

i'm off to a good start this morning. a solid breakfast of water, timbits, and lemongrass ginger ginko tea. howzat for healthy??

i'm coming to the end of my reading week, and today is actually the first day that is MINE and MINE ALONE. so i will probably surf the internet all day (especially since it's so nice out!) and cry and whimper in a little ball in a few weeks during my ill-prepared seminar.

can i tell you that fame means NOTHING to some people? and that really sucks? i'm recalling the grand night that was my show, and i smiled when i remembered the man at the bar who had asked me if i had ever seen ricardo before. he and his group had just stopped in for a beer and decided to stick around, funny for a bar that is not street level, but anyway...i let him no that actually, i AM part of the ricardo experience, and you should be overwhelmed by my oozing talent, or at least the smell of my nervous sweating. he did "ooh" and "aah" and even "chuckle" at the coincidence, and then - THEN! - asked me if i would order a glass of water for him, and bring it over to his table.

WHAT???

well, i'll tell you what, i nearly took that fucking water and threw it in his face, then pulled a "goodfellas" move and smashed it against the side of his head, kicking him in the groin screaming "here's your fucking water? don't you know who i am? you stupid fuck? you go get YOUR shine box!"

yeah. *shaking head, calming down*

so i brought it over to him.

and i placed it on the table.

and he told his friends i was playing.

i smiled and said hi

i left.

the end.