The New Sense

Monday, July 22, 2002

Okay, now I feel bad for ranting at B— so much in my last email. His reply made a lot of sense (though he didn't say who this person is he wants to see, but I don't want to look jealous, so I won't ask him about it, and hope that he tells me). It made me realise how hard life must be for him.
I feel really run down. Probably the hormones, the heat and the hangover from yesterday, which is still hanging over. Work is excruciatingly boring, but at least I have time to write this. The guy from upstairs was here for a while. I must say, he's quite charming. Name is Vlad. Told me he'd already heard all the jokes about impaling. Anyway, now I'm alone and it's hot and it's not even sunny. It's the worst summer ever — rainy and dull, followed by muggy and dull.
I guess I should go and see Dad soon. Maybe while B— is away. Yes, that's a good idea.
I can't stand all this stuff about World Youth Day in the media. It's bloody World Pope Day! It amazes me, with all this crap going on in the world that religious leaders still get to keep their jobs. Other news item today: WorldCom is bankrupt. And they're taking legal action against the former chairman. Why don't they take legal action against all the damn popes, rabbis, mullahs and whatevahs? The 'Holy Land' is a bloodbath, Al Qaeda kills in the name of Islam and priests are being accused of sexually abusing kids. But it's World Youth Day, sponsored by the church! Whatever happened to youthful rebellion? There's a photo here of young people dancing around on Mont-Royal after taking part in a mass. They look so happy they might as well be on Prozac. I'll call it Popezac from now on.

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