a Virgo dinner date

While I was waiting on a Virgo dinner date to show up again last night, I spent some time surfing around to various journal entries on other web sites, after thinking about what the newspaper guy had said. I figure I had about lamest interview, and I also figure he missed some of my funniest stuff. Italian write up – 9.7.98, postcard from Australia – 10.19.98, or the all time winner for most mail, the dress size story – 12.14.98. My tax form came in from the accountant yesterday, and he had the most hopeful news although he didn’t have good tax news, “You know Kramer, you’re going to be an accidental billionaire one day.” Great, I suppose, but how do I come up with the money the Feds want by Thursday? Make out a check and pray? Try to explain that I’m attempting some deficit financing, that I want to restructure my debt? This thought process was brought on by the other entries that I read. Seems like I’m in a league with a lot of students, or people in school, and that just about everyone has a “real” job. A day job. Something. I feel like I’m missing something here, I’m not pulling my weight, I don’t put on a suit and march off to a downtown job. I mean, I was downtown yesterday, but I was just trying to pick up some pictures I was having developed, and then swing past the copy shop to get laughed at while I was getting the pictures scanned for the web. What I did notice from surfing the other journal sites is folks spend a lot of time working up new and interesting ways to present the information. I just type and post. That’s not a big deal right now, but when I’m logging in from some far flung destination — I have a choice, I can either stay current on my updates, or I can have fancy design. At this point, though, I’m wondering if Virgo’s give the best neck rubs. Felt that way last night.