My Face for the World to See (Part II): The Diary of Sherilyn Connelly a fiction March 11 - 20, 2002

Wednesday, 20 March 2002 (taking your life in your hands) sometime after midnight I'm now having anxiety dreams about being late for, or missing, work. Considering what my work-related dreams were more recently like, I have to consider it an improvement. Last | Top | Next

Tuesday, 19 March 2002 (love, alice) 9:14pm Part of me wants to write my nieces and ask them not to think of me when they see ads for Sorority Boys. But that'd be a bit like asking them not to think about a purple elephant. Call me p.c. if you want (I really don't care; the term is meaningless, an all-purpose piece of vernacular slander and a crutch for lazy minds, and as such it holds no power over me), but I believe that someday cross-dressing humor will go the way of the minstrel show. It may take a generation or two, but it'll happen. Last | Top | Next

Monday, 18 March 2002 (toothpick fantasy) 4:33pm After a day of healing, my face doesn't look so bad, all things considered; a bit of foundation covered up the worst of it. I really need to start getting zapped more regularly if I want to finish before I die. Last | Top | Next

Sunday, 17 March 2002 (cottoncandy underground) 9:00am Timeslip! I got zapped yesterday (210 hours total now), so as far as my diary's concerned it happened pretty quickly. It helps that sfgoth was down for the last few days. Considering how much I pay for it (which is to say, nothing), I can't complain too much. I hadn't shaved since Thursday morning, resulting in no small amount of self-consciousness at work on Friday. Naturally, as a result I spent an inordinate amount of time in meetings, therefore allowing other people to get a close look under bright lights. I'm sure nobody noticed, but of course it felt like they must. The real fun comes tomorrow when I go in with a still-bumpy face. On the plus side, it's looking like my contract will be extended at least through the first week of April, possibly longer. I'm doing a pretty good job of keeping the fantasies of getting hired back at bay. The upgrade-o-rama continues. I got a new video card for the computer, one with both an rca and s-video out plus whole bunches of neat video-editing features which I haven't even begun to figure out yet. The net result, though, is that I can use the teevee as a monitor, and that's been one of my goals for a long time now. The ironic part is that the best picture quality is at 640x480, but this particular card is so highfalutin that it only goes as low as 800x600. (It's like Windows XP not having a "Show Desktop" button on the taskbar—why are computer upgrades always so faustian?) We also got a new scanner last night, since it was on sale for less than the cost of getting the necessary scsi-to-USB adapter for Maddy's old scanner. The actual federal refund check hasn't arrived yet, though the one from the state has, so I'm sure it's just a matter of time... 5:33pm you sign your own name and i sign mine they're both the same, but we still get separate rooms you can cover up your guts, but when you cover up your nuts you're admitting that there must be something wrong Last | Top | Next

Wednesday, 13 March 2002 (lily) 9:47am Coming out of a dream last night, I hit Maddy in the face. The action started in the dream (self-defense against a scary person who'd come into a bookstore I was working at) and ended in reality, rudely waking her. I don't think it was very hard, and it may not have been particularly painful, but that's hardly the point. I feel very, very guilty about it. I have a history of doing things in my sleep, from simply talking to getting up and doing odder things. Everyone who has had the misfortune of sharing a room with me has reported it, including Chip and The Other. It's mostly been annoying (or, according to Maddy and even The Ex, kinda cute), but now it's scaring me. 11:22am I'm getting zapped on Saturday morning. It can't happen soon enough. Last | Top | Next

Tuesday, 12 March 2002 (vanness) 10:26am We got the pictures from Saturday night, including Maddy with Adrian Roberts. I feel very large. Last | Top | Next

Monday, 11 March 2002 (suspense) 5:11pm Meat! Meat! Meat! Last | Top | Next