25 September 2001
Went for a walk last night, and it started hailing.
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, really. I have an appointment with Dr. Bill to take care of my back. The tutoring people are supposed to get back to me about getting my computer to work with their software again (despite the fact that we doubled the memory over the weekend, the tutoring software is not working at all, and they appear to have no clue why). I got two rejections yesterday, and my blueberry bread fell. I tried to go to bed early, but the downstairs neighbors cranked up the bass until then and kept me up until I was so tired I could have wept from that alone.
And it's bad enough when people get into a he said/she said. But this time I'm she. And I cannot believe that the person who is he would lie to anybody else about me, and I especially can't believe that he'd lie to me about me. That would just be dumb, and neither of us is dumb. If I was outside this situation, I would then deduce that I must be lying -- but I'm inside it, and I know I'm not lying, either. So my choices are to believe that this person is lying, or believe that at least one of us has delusions.
Huh. What do you know. Sometimes it looks worth it to believe you're a little crazy.
(Just in case this is reassuring, no, the person in question does not live here.)
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