I was walking home last night, finally wearing the perfect light jacket for the mild-weather conditions, and then a pretty negative thought hit me; The changing of the seasons makes me angry. That's a pretty bad thought to have but in a way, I kind of believe it. You have to have four wardrobes ready to roll out at the drop of a leaf, snowflake, rain or the sun's rays. That's a lot of pressure.

My radiator is in Hoboken and now I can stop talking about it! I'm so glad that it came here so quickly. I have to give a shoutout to UPS for hooking me up.

I started watching a film that I've never got around to watching before, The Grifters. I Tivo-ed it and will finish it up this weekend.

Bob's talking about

this film
It has all the makings of a good movie. I think I have a thing for Annette Bening. Darn you Warren Beatty! I take that back, Warren Beatty's cool. DARN YOU HOLLYWOOD! OK, that's better.

I wore a new shirt to work yesterday. I like wearing new stuff, it makes me feel good. But for some reason, wearing this:

Bob's new shirt

Wearing this was like a lighting rod for hearing people's cute comments ALL DAY. "Hey, what's up, basketball", "Do you play basketball?" and my favorite, 'the look', followed by people saying, "basketball" Sweet LORD! I JUST WANT TO LIVE!

I felt old this week. Most of the time I don't think about age but for some reason when my intern Becky, told me that her nose ring was infected, it just made me think: who wears a nose ring in this day and age? People with no jobs, that's who. That got me to thinking about my job-free days and being 22. Where does the time go? "SIGH" Anyway, you'll be happy to know that she took the ring out and her nose is healing nicely.

I think that's it for today.

PROGRAM NOTE: Next diary update: March 15, 2004 -- I need to take some quality time for myself, so I'm going to go to a pond and stare at a tree. That last sentence seems like a Don Rickles joke, ha ha.

Before I go, thanks to Diane. Diane sent me a lovely e-mail yesterday. Thank you for your kind words. To everyone else, take note: Send a nice e-mail and you'll get your name in the diary too, ha ha.

Always,

Bob

PS I'm sorry I cursed in yesterday's diary. If you go to yesterday's diary in the archives, I changed the word "s**t" to the word "poop" -- Hmmmmmm, kind of awkward to end the diary like this -- seems like I need something here?

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