yes, I've given up on capital letters except for the "I"

well, for news we're lacking, except this is the third friday in a row that amounts to a huge pile of shit.

friday before last I had one of Those Visits with bel. somehow we spent the whole afternoon in the scorching sun, inside a parking lot, talking about nothing and getting nowhere.

he was supposed to bring me my tv remote and the lease contract for the apartment; of course he forgot both. (why do I need the lease contract of an apartment I don't live in anymore? well, long story. it involves my mother, bel, the apartment, and the lack/prescence of a colateral for the lease. so far the colateral has been my mom, but she refuses to sign anymore. somehow I'm caught in the middle of all this, sighing profusely and with great sentiment.)

Last friday was the worst ordeal so far; I'd agreed to testify in court for bel's mom and the traffic was so terrible I got there barely in time. But, the other witness didn't show so the judge didn't feel like taking our statement anymore. I have to go back next friday, and won't that be a lot of fun! In short, I drove 2 hours to and back for nothing.

the only good thing from last weekend is that I finally decided to bring one of my Momichi's kittens home. she's a delight to have around, by far the most quiet, contemplative, happy kitty I've ever had. let's see how long it takes her to develop a neurosis to match my own.

I don't have a name for her yet, and I'm open to suggestions. she's a calico with a completely black face. not what you'd call a pretty cat, but cute as the very buttons on your lordship's vest.

This friday was just more bull. I had an appointment for some lab tests (maladies, maladies) and I got there at one after a couple of hours in double-cursed traffic only to find out that the lab people left the clinic at noon and no one had bothered to tell me.

I'd also agreed on meeting a friend for lunch, but when I called him from the clinic he told me that his girlfriend had just gotten home and he was having lunch with her instead, but could we meet later? I told him no and Fuck You, and drove my two hours back with a half-broiled spleen.

the thought going through my head again and again was, 'I don't know why I even bother.'

Sigh deluxe.

I realize I keep seeing the crushing thumb of God descending upon me in very mundane things like city traffic, indifferent friends, over eager mothers, beasty brothers and tortured ex-lovers quarrels, but really, why does it feel like I'm always tossing tails? I'm really on a roll, here.

on the good side, the near future seems pleasant; Ánnelyn arrives from France on sunday and Miranda and I are going to pick her up. we'll have us a little girl slumber party with perhaps popcorn and champaigne, for sure.

next weekend, barring the potentially icky court business with bel's mom on friday morning, I'll probably have a nice time too. our idea was to have a spa weekend but it turns out people, going to a spa and getting steamed and rubbed with greasy substances is eye-poppingly expensive. So instead of Spa Weekend we'll have Spa Half Day and Two And a Half Day Of Drunken Leisure. at a house of a Boy who's somehow of an item, although fortunately not for me.

I'm going with Miranda and our old girl posse from the late nineties ---OLD---. It's the first time the four of us will be together since the Great Walk Towards the Horizon four years ago, and isn't it ticklish that we're spending the weekend at the very house all hell broke loose all those years ago, and with the very boy who caused all the problem? oh, aren't my thighs a-tingle with excitement.

because it promises to get interesting, which is good, and it doesn't involve me at all, which is all flavours of better. for once I'll be able to sit back and munch on some popcorn. I plan on going there, taking some sun and ignoring their orgiastic prancing and catterwailing as much as humanly possible.

good times must be coming soon. any time now.