9:40 p.m. - 07/06/02
i stand on my own neck.
tomorrow's imaginary to-do list
(otherwise known as topics for relentlessly journaling on and doing nothing about)
-magically clean room to prevent its official classification as a disaster area
-reconcile with extended family/ muse on why agorophobic liberalism and Irish Catholic parties tend to not blend so well
-go back in time to tell those people who made a difference in my life that, despite how poorly I'll seem to turn out during my high school years, I truly appreciated their effort
-become Jane, befriend Daria, go to a Pollock-themed school dance
-survive the slings and arrows of my imbalanced adolescent head
chord
p.s. superdoc has taken up residence inside my brain. he has a habit of piping up in defense of my reality. it's making this detached self-depracation phase so much more difficult.
p.p.s. I'm grateful...
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