Sunday, December 1, 1996. 7:13PM
I am 28 years old, and still prone to long, long giggling fits. I busted out laughing right now just typing those words and thinking about the silly nonsense over which my little tummy is so acheful right now.

Eating burgers Monday night at Mama's Restaurant on Amsterdam Avenue, I'm with a friend and he says one thing (which does not need to be repeated since it would mean nothing to anyone but us) and it is so fucking preposterous and so fucking asinine and so completely rifuckindiculous, I mean ridickinfuckulous, and it could have been almost anything at all but I've had an eventful few weeks, slumming through the garbage of this mid-November panic that throws my brain into a sterile frenzy - so it just gets me laughing and snorting and wheezing and laughing and before you know it I can't eat another bite of meat (with red onions on the side) and I'm slumped over the table, a quivering mound of hysteria and vein-pulping-out-of-neck.

And while I'm laughing and chortling and guffawing and hyperventilating and wheezing I'm trying to repeat what he said, the once-in-a-lifetime inflection that he used, knowing too clear that this moment will never happen again so I better laugh harder and harder and harder so I can milk this bitch for everything it has.

Some people my age have kids and family already. Some people had that within months of high school graduation. Me. I'm still spending my nights alone in this butthole of an apartment thinking about some day venturing out to a singles event at the church over by the Park.

Belch.

It's fun to reach out and see where I'm at these days. Here is my thesis abstract, on the vital matter of Synthesis of Separation Processes for Multicomponent Azeotropic Mixtures. Did you know that I run Mark Thomas Motors, Inc.? And, I happen to be one of the world's leading producers of chemicals and machinery for friends, industry, agriculture and government (looks like he's married already). I am coach of the UW-Stout women's basketball team, a task many would have thought impossible.

You know, I actually wrote this on November 6, but just got around to posting it. Just wanted to stay honest.

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