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This is my first blog entry using Movable Type. How lovely. Movable Type? I call it a Movable Feast of fun and excitement.

What’s been going on with the Bee lately? Hrm…. Oh, yeah. I still don’t have a permanent jobbity, but I’ve been bringing home our respective bacon/vegan bacon by working at United Airlines. Can you smell that federal bailout money sizzle?

What else? I’ve been sick here at United for nearly a week. I think I had strep, which I gargled away with peroxide, and now just have a garden variety head cold. I can’t hear! Nobody here seems surprised. It seems that the basement here at United is famed for causing upper-resp infections in newbies. Also, it’s cold. Also, nobody talks to me. But they have a subsidized cafeteria, so I’m crying into my 32 oz. of orange juice for $.89.

Phineas and I have gotten into Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. We really like it, despite Sarah Michelle Prinze, Jr. nee Gellar. It’s very clever and interesting to watch. The whole Buffy-Angel thing creeps me out. He’s over 200 years older than her. What could he see in her? Anyway, it’s a neat show. However, every time Willow comes onto the screen, Phineas gets all goofy. Geez.

My mom sent P-Dawg and I these great Hawaiian shirts. Phineas’ says “Wassup!” Can I get him to take it off? No, brother-man. I cannot. He stinks, but when I complain he says, “Sure, I stink. That’s because when I wear this shirt, I’m the SHIT!!!!”

Reading – In Pharaoh’s Army: Memories of the Lost War by Tobias Wolff. This is the second part of Wolff’s autobiography. His first, This Boy’s Life, is very Stop-Time-esque. Frankly, I get the two books confused. Anyway, Wolff is also my favorite short story writer and pops up from time to time on TAL.

Weighing – 40 lbs less. No more weight loss, due to gym slackage because of cold and ice cream eating, also because of cold. I have priorities.

Eating – This morn, I had a nanner and a cinnaraisin bagel. Total cost? $1.08. Boo-yah!

Writing – More of the children’s story, but I’m also going to start on a short story about going to high school with Gloria Allred, “feminist” lawyer and annoyance extraordinaire.