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I eat one, then I eat the whole bag — no matter what. And then I’m sick with carrots.

I need more pictures in this thing. Perhaps next time.

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What has been happening? Here’s what:

• Last Saturday during the blizzard my car starting billowing smoke from under its hood while reaching the end of the Williamsburg Bridge. All at once, the engine seized and I was left stranded in the middle of the exit ramp at 2am. A DOT truck pushed me the rest of the way off into a snow bank, safely out of the way of traffic, so I could wait an hour and forty-five minutes for a AAA tow truck. God bless you Triple AAA. Even though I had to wait inside a freezing cold car for you, I almost cried when you showed up. I had taken off my wet shoes and wrapped my scarf around [...]

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Game Face performed its show, and it went great. Mostly great. It rounded up to great. Very good, at least. Really. We had decided to do a show of all-new and all-political material, but put it off long enough that we were crazed throwing it together. One of the sketches we essentially re-wrote at lunch. But I feel like we’ve all done enough stuff together and separately that we can do a LOT in a short time.

A big house showed up: like sixty people, I guess? Gavin and Silvjia handed out Hershey’s kisses to people as they walked in. Neil did a great right-wing Statue of Liberty. Rob’s “John Kerryoke” was great. Mitch came through with a [...]

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So I did a commercial. I still am not sure if it will be shown anywhere other than channel 403 in upper Westchester County anytime before midnight, or how it will look if it is shown. But filming it was fun, we got paid a little, and I got to wear a ridiculous gold chain. Also, UConn friends Greg and Dave visited.

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So my sketch group Game Face has a show this Thursday. We cranked this one out to honor the president’s inauguration. It’s an instant sketch show, courtesy of us.

There’s a bunch of short, funny, smart stuff in this show. Standard ridiculous impersonations and wigs included.

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The owner of the rescued cat called and claimed her. Apparently, she lives at a machine shop on the same block where we found her — she had slipped out the front door, crossed the street and hid in an alley. I can’t believe it! I’m very happy the lost cat is back at its home.

Also, my cats are suddenly totally more comfortable than they have ever been in my home. Maggie now likes to sleep on my desk while I work.

UConn friends Greg and Dave visit tomorrow. We can reminisce about the Huskies dream season of 1989-1990 and have intense discussions of which is the best album: Turnstiles, The Stranger or 52nd Street?

Cats and Billy Joel. I have become what I once so greatly loathed and feared: a product of Timid New England.

I got my headshots in. They look like headshots.

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Hopped out of bed at the crack of 11:15am. I’m trying to round up a bunch of small free-lance web programming jobs to raise cash while I’m unemployed, or as I call it — well, to be honest I call it being unemployed. I thought I was going to have a clever term there and it didn’t happen.

Since leaving full-time work November 1st, I’m busier than I’ve ever been, and that’s WITH cancelling cable so I’m not watching television. I do waste a tremendous amount of time on email and AIM, but I’m also just plunging into the depths of honest-to-God workaholism. But without getting paid.

For free-lance work, I spoke with an academic friend of mine, who has hired me [...]

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Here’s the cat we rescued on Friday.

Also, I just dropped Hopey off at the vet. She hissed and fought just like Maggie did, but I was mentally prepared for it. When we got to the vet, Hopey was shaking very visibly in her carrier, wheras Maggie had been very still at that point. Poor Hopey.

One thing that’s happened with both cats is that whenever one has been at the vet, the OTHER becomes very friendly when they’re alone in the apartment. Maybe each becomes lonely. Or maybe each becomes thankful that I didn’t take her.

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Yes, another cat story, but you’ll agree it’s worthy of an entry. I would elaborate on how I’m not going to let my life get taken over by cats except that it obviously already has. The world is transforming me into a crazy cat person. It’s only a matter of time before I become my vision of the Classic Cat Eccentric: 70 cats running around my living room, me wearing glasses with extra-large frames, and my current set of friends and interests replaced with an obsessively maintained stamp collection.

Anyway, I helped rescue a lost cat today, and I hope to God its owner comes looking for it.

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I am emotionally drained after getting Maggie spayed today. This is ridiculous. Clearly, I can not have children. If bringing a six month old mass of sentient fur out of my apartment for five hours leaves me like this, I can’t begin to imagine what it would feel like to know my child is about to have his first day of gym. Yeah, it’s another cat story. I understand totally if you want to skip it.

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