By Popular Demand

I stopped in the GSP office today on my way to hear Ron Bass speak. Matt was there and he said, "Hey, I found your diary."

It's so weird not to have those words totally rock your world.

Anyhow, he said that he and Bard, his roommate, had found it and read it and they really loved the parts about "Bernice." I'm convinced that "Bernice" is going to be some kind of codeword around the GSP now.

However, no idiot me: I've gone back and changed all appearances of "Bernice" in The Paperwork to "Bernice".

Actually, now that at least 4 people I know of in the program have found The Paperwork, I am left to ponder the problem of What do I say? Am I just going to piss people off? (I can't imagine that I would, considering how much self-censorship I already do.) Right now I'm just congratulating myself on all the stuff I haven't put in, although in the future, when I'm no longer around these people, I'll probably be pretty bummed, because I didn't write it down and I'll have forgotten it all.

Another thing Matt said to me was that he wished the entire thing -- the entire Paperwork, that is -- could be put in a single document, so he could search for his name.

"Oh, there's a search function," I said, and then I remembered that I've never put it in. So here it is. Search away. (I'll put a link to it on the index page...eventually.)

The day did not start off particularly well, though it ended better: I woke up, all ready to go to the gym, and discovered that a pizza wedge was missing from one of my contacts.

Fuck.

So it was off to find an optometrist, hope he had my prescription (not a chance with the prescription I need), and order not only a new lens but new glasses as well, because the glasses I've got aren't cutting it. Of course, if Darin and I get that Lasik procedure done any time soon, I've just wasted a lot of money.

But I want those glasses, in case we don't.

I want to write about Ron Bass, but I'm so tired I'll do it tomorrow.