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The sermon for Thursday, May. 02, 2002 is: filler
11:40 p.m. Dear Diary: my gosh, how long it's been! This is because my internet connexion has been random as of late, something which I would fuck with whilst high. Note to self: don't try to fix your computer while on drugs. Additional note to self: don't try to operate on yourself, viz. plastic surgery or little cosmetic surgery "touch-ups," while on drugs. Anyway, in this time, I (a) went out on a wonderful date, which (b) turned into a disastrous week. And (c) my Uncle Napoleon died today of a stroke he had had in his sleep. He was 50 years old, can you imagine that? Tomorrow I plan to deaden my sorrow and take massive drugs, that is if I wake up tomorrow. I spent the day today chain-smoking and singing the Kaddish off-key. And listening non-stop to Of Montreal's "The Gay Parade" and Neutral Milk Hotel. Elephant 6 makes me happy. Drugs make me happier. I went to a sneak preview of "Spider Man" tonight. Note to self: if I was gay, I wanna date Tobey Maguire. Note to self: if I date Tobey Maguire, does that make me necessarily gay? Anyway, I'm far too sad and tired to write coherently tonight, so I shall sign off-- I was just happy my internet connexion was mysteriously working (god giveth and taketh away). I imagine I shall write lots and lots tomorrow -- about Colleen, about magical Of Montreal, about Rochelle Rochelle, about Philip Larkin, about the taste of the wind today that sang in my mouth while I sang the Kaddish for my dead Uncle Nap.
 
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