saturday
12:30 pm
wake, peruse mental roster of last night's regrets
1:15 pm
shave in shower, note mildew
2:00 pm
ride bicycle 4 miles to get sailor costume for party
4:00 pm
leave costume shop despondent because only sailor suit remaining is size 46. do i wear a 46? no. but 38s are in short supply in this town. the town of tiny sailors.
8:00 pm
complete installation of horizontal blinds in previously overexposed bedrooom; celebrate by masturbating twice in an hour and a half
10:00 pm
dialogue of roommates from beyond bedroom door indicates parties of questionable value happening within proximity to the neighborhood
12:00 am
commence playing final fantasy IX
1:50 am
save game
1:52 am
cell phone rings-
mccullen: hello?
justquit: travis?
mccullen: yeah, hey, what's--
[justquit provides early electro beatbox]
female voice: "my daddy's a senator from vermont
he wrote me a letter\ so i could get into har-vard business school!!"
(two female voices in unison: "ha haaah! ha haaaa!!"
"my daddy's a senator from arkansas
he wrote me a letter so i could get into harvard business school!!"
"ha haaah! ha hahahaha!"
"my daddy is a senator from michigan"
-phone connection broken-
1:55 am
*ring*
mccullen: hello? rod?
justquit: hahahahaaa
mcullen: am i dreaming or did the entire electroclash festival just call me?
justquit: (sound of drunken female laughter emanating from somewhere to the right) what?
justquit: me and kerry and kristen are in boston, that was our new hit, 'Senator from Arkansas.'
mccullen: call me back and leave that shit as a message right now so i can save it FOREVER.
justquit: will do.
2:00 am
mccullen lights a cigarette, standing on his front porch in his nice coat. "hey, nice coat!" yells a chubby sorority girl from the sidewalk. "thanks," he answers, bracing to discuss it and adopting a posture of casual noblesse oblige. "do you have your septum pierced?" she continues, but before mccullen can respond in the affirmative the sound of police sirens rises in his ears until it is apparent that squad cars are within one or two blocks. stepping back from the sidewalk, he turns his head toward the sound and hears him before he is visible.
barreling through the shrubbery that delineates his property from the neighbors' tracts comes the form of a stout, well muscled collegiate.
mccullen: (semi-joking) run, they're coming!
fugitive: (desperately) i know, i'm running, i'm running!
mccullen: (realizing the relative gravity of the situation) well, fuck. um, take this alley (indicates)
fugitive: awesome- thanks --zzzip
2:15 am
mccullen sits down to type this
2:16 am
cell rings, hopefully its the senator's daughter again.
2:30 am
mccullen's computer informs him that daylight savings time has been instituted. he adjusts his alarm clock accordingly.
2:06 am
concludes diaryland entry
music: xiu xiu (how prescient is that?)