I’m watching Letterman right now as I type, and it occurs to me for the second time in the last week, that Paul Schaffer (sp?) looks more like a penis than any other man I’ve ever seen, if you watch, check out what I mean, it’s a combination of his bald head, wide neck with neck creases, and just a certain… vibe. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s great, I just can’t help seeing large penis with sunglasses in a suit… and I honestly usually don’t look at people that way. It’s just one of those things.

What else is new in my life, well, not much, hence the lack of journal entries and journal entries prompted by pseudo-hallucinagenic totemic inferences of a freudian nature - ie seeing tv personalities as giant penises, that is almost enough to be midly distressing.

Crappy grammar, thankfully I don’t edit, so deal, or go read an english teacher or english teacher wanna be or editor or editor wanna be journal. I was so happy to sit in a class room in university, linguistics, and finally have a teacher talk to me about the fluid evolution and revolution of language, and challenge the grade school black and white ideas of ‘right and wrong’ when it comes to words, written or spoken. Get over it!

Actually, I do have stuff going on in my life right now, and I’m pretty anxious about it. Going to go to mediation on wednesday about negotiating my federal student loan. Argh… I’m really nervous about it, I may end up a crying wreck and have to sit it out, thank god for Wolfe, we can’t afford legal representation and couldn’t get any pro bono help, so he’s in their arguing my case. It’s about being on disability, the provincial loan was forgiven, but the Canada student loan has different rules.

Then after that we’re going over to the Island to join in celebrating my father’s 70th birthday with families and friends, it’s hard to imagine him being that old. I mean, the 60’s somehow didn’t seem old at all, and he’s always seemed so strong and healthy to me, and still does. But now I’m starting to see his age on him, and it has an odd feel. I’ve had a switch in the last 10-15 years around him, that I’m only starting to fully appreciate and understand, I think it’s that I’m starting to feel more… nurturing? somehow. Even protective. I think this gathering to celebrate his birthday has me analyzing how I feel a bit more than usual. It feels good. It’s okay where it is, even though I can’t totally pin it down.

Enough out of me, I’m missing Lettermen’s top ten.

XO
L

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