07.02.06 - 7:57 p.m.

I just spent a lavish $10 on a household popsicle run. Now I'm eating a frozen wand of chocolate half and half, and Zannie's eating frozen glow sticks. The surface of this nibbled-on fudgesicle looks microscopic. Next to it I feel the size of the sun. The real sun and I are melting this popsicle together, because I'm a sun that enjoys cool treats.

Today at work I was asked to weed some grass gingerly, and my heart soared. Everyone I've worked for so far seems to agree that the problem with me is that I do too good a job. Sometimes I consider trying not to, and it's awful. During these times I have fantasies about going back to art school and getting lost in perfectionist fury.

To anyone who's waited months for a book placed on hold at the local library, though, I have a success story! Three weeks ago I entered the line-up for Coupland's JPod as borrower number 40, and I just finished reading it a couple hours ago. (It was okay.)

Overalls... the best things to happen to me since I last wrote here were the $10 the sidewak gave to me, the breeze funneled out of an intersection and down a city corridor and through my hair, Ashley visiting from California, and kisses.

The only bad things to happen to me were constant exhaustion and mental angst, out of which came the realization that I'll probably never be able to work full time at one job and be happy. I have about 5 other interests that are still hanging around scuffing their shoes in the vacant lot where I left them, when I said I would be back soon with a gallon jug of gas (for the getaway car, and/or the fire).

"Flexible work schedules would allow Americans to tend both personal and professional lives" - Harvard University Public Policy Professor Robert Putnam

(It takes smart people like Robert Putnam to say what we already know, and still be heard.)

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