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9:55 pm - Thu 6/13/02 The Allman Brothers song Ramblin' Man came out when I was in 6th grade. It kind of amuses me to think of it now, but I took that song as something of a personal anthem. After all, I'd already done a pretty fair amount of "ramblin'" at that point, and for all I knew, my father could have been "a gambler down in Georgia" who "wound up on the wrong end of a gun" (It also didn't hurt that I was living in Georgia at the time). ____________________________________________________________________________ (9:10 pm) Called the doctor today. In terms of diabetes, I guess I'm good, though the doctor said I should still watch my diet (I guess that's opposed to all the people who should just eat whatever-the-hell they want). I was surprised to have him report that my iron is still low (After the first blood test, I started adding spinach to my regular grocery list; As a matter of fact, I'm having a bowl now, with low-fat dressing and a liberal dose of parmesan cheese). He suggested a supplement, but I find myself wondering, if I'm eating all this spinach and my iron is still low, what else might be wrong? Haven't made a call to the specialist yet about my hernia/not-a-hernia; I'm still hoping for divine intervention, which seems unlikely--what with my agnosticism and all--but who knows? Writing that last bit has made me a little depressed. What's next for me in Diaryland; "Dear Diary, today I bought my first truss. It matches my support hose very nicely"? I'm not really up for being "Middle Age Man" at this point, crying about his sciatica or what-have-you. _________________________________________________ Got to talk to Jennifer yesterday, the first time in quite awhile, and the first time since her recent spate of difficulties Have I mentioned lately that I love her? I'm not going to go into great detail about what was said, but it was great talking to her. I've been dying to hear what's been going on with her from her own lips, and to let her know how much she's been in my thoughts. (I guess she has permission to talk to me--Her husband, whose normal high level of jealousy has gone into overdrive with recent developments, has been monitoring all her communications--and in a way, that's kind of offensive; Apparently, it's not just women who see me as a harmless, non-sexual entity. ) _________________________________________________ Found out recently that Cary does read Diaryland (He never struck me as being very interested when I've brought it up). He read my comments about the screenplay, and now, of course, wants to know exactly what I meant by what I said, which of course, makes me wish I hadn't said anything (Even though what I said was actually very positive). I'm hesitant to give critiques on peoples' writing in general--Cause after all, when it comes down to it, who am I anyway?-- but I think there's a difference between saying "This plot point is unclear" or "this character seems underdeveloped" and making blanket comments about what is, essentially, an issue of style; One I think you get to comment on as a reader, and it can be helpful to the author, while with the other, you seem on decidedly shakier ground, particularly if all you've done as an "author" is think about writing something ("Here Cary, you've been doing this all your life, while I've never done it at all, but let's presume I know what I'm talking about and you don't..."). But anyway...What we all have to remember here is that I like him, he likes me, and I like the screenplay. And speaking of writing (And this entry had dragged on throughout the evening and is boring me to death, but I've gone too far to turn back now, baby!)...I started looking back through old entries earlier today, in hopes of finding something that might bear passing on to Personal Journaling magazine for fun and, more importantly, for profit. There's a sentence here, a paragraph there, that I thought was pretty catchy, but as I was looking through things, I quickly realzed I didn't even have a sense of how to organize my effort, so I could "piece together" something from spare parts. (I guess the easiest thing would be to "cut and paste" from Diaryland into Lotus, and then fiddle around with what results from there, and print up what I like after that.) Actually, I was kind of encouraged; In addition to the choice turn-of-phrase or well-formed paragraph, there's some subject matter in some of my entries that I've actually seen reflected in honest-to-God books I've looked at lately (It turns out I don't write entirely about myself. Just...mostly). Well, boredom is wrestling with fatigue here, so I think we're going to call it a draw and watch one of my Six Feet Under tapes.
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