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(and actually I prefer the Michael Rupert version to the Mandy Patinkin version, is that awful of me? of course, I'm a Chip Zien girl at heart.)

I'm exasperated for no good reason, for a series of no-good reasons. i'm no-good and exasperated, "crazy families, women internists, kosher caterers who are trying to expand..." what a world we live in...

I think I've cut it 50/50, half the time I'm telling everyone else to please, please, please take care of themselves for a little while, please, because I can't take care of them, because I have too much to deal with, what with being broke and needing a job and needing to do SOMETHING and get away and get back to LA or find something here or find myself or get my shit together or SOMETHING.

so half the time, I'm spinning my wheels, telling my dad I can't have ANOTHER conversation with him about the website if he refuses to actually LOAD it on his own computer, because a website is not something you can DESCRIBE over the PHONE.

And the other half the time, as far as I can tell, I'm either slacking off or watching movies about war or reading books about war.

either way, something's wrong.

I started this entry meaning to say about fifty other things, and haven't hit on any of them. well, later. I have calls to make, I have this article to write, plus I have to call back this woman about some sort of job in midtown I didn't quite understand.

you save lives and I save chicken fat, I can't fucking deal with that...