Monday
You knew that there's a clean air market, right? It opened for trading on Feb. 1, 1993.
For part of junior year and most of senior year, I worked at Baloney's, a sandwich shop attached to the Catlow Theater in downtown Barrington. Mara was one of my coworkers at the counter, with the owner, Roberta, and another guy whose name I've forgotten making sandwiches in the back. It was an all or nothing kind of job: there was a massive rush around dinnertime and whenever a movie was about to start or just ended -- there was a door from the restaurant into the theater, which was owned by Roberta's husband -- and then was almost completely dead for the rest of the night. It was a fun place to work but could be really boring, too.
Mara was a freshman, and a bit of an airhead at times, but we had a lot of really good talks. She would amuse me with her crazy relationship issues. There was a TV that was on pretty much all the time, usually tuned to either VH1 or HBO, that was embedded in the wall next to the counter. When it was slow, we'd end up watching whatever was on TV reflected in the big picture window; I guess we watched LA Story that night.
Translating the coded passages:
• Along the left edge, "I have a problem. I seem to fall in love with every girl I become friends with."
• Along the bottom: "I hate myself"
Again with the drama.
Tuesday
Aw, poor Danny! He doesn't smell like cafeteria table anymore.
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