the past revisited

So remember in my last post I said I thought it'd be funny to read old blog posts? Well I checked what I had written on this day in history..2003...four years ago. It's pretty funny. Let's dissect it. Italics are the original post, normal is my analysis:

Yesterday was nothing but disastrous. It should be noted there was no post the day before so I have no written proof of what made that day disastrous, nor do I have any recollection. Based on the time period, I'd imagine that the "disastrous" was a crappy day at that crappy job and someone getting stabbed on the 19 Polk.

Today, I slept until noon after having a totally strange dream, made pancakes, and laid around until 3. This is what I did every weekend in SF for about a year. Who am I kidding, this is what I still do every weekend. Looks like nothing has changed.

Then Jake and I went to a coffee shop nearby that we think has "cool" people at it. It made me feel much much better to get out of the house. Did some reading for school there. Coffee shop was Farleys in our old neighborhood, Potrero Hill, and I believe the definition of cool here means people our age that looked as broke as we were. We of course did not talk to anyone, and I probably only read five pages of some really boring library school text before we got bored and left.

Then we ordered Chinese and went to the store. Now I am stuffed and am going to do some more work. This was the fall where Jake and I pretty much ate our way trough the city. I gained 15 pounds, and spent the next year losing it. Whoops.

I bought some Skyy Cosmo mix. Don't know if it's any good but its cheaper than buying one at the bar thats for sure. Gross, not sure why the hell I'd buy that. I remember it being horrible and really sugary. I threw it out after one attempt at a drink.

September 27, 2003 was a pretty boring day it looks like. I really wish I still had the archives from before 2003, but the robbery and full blogger crash years ago ruined those options for me. I know my college posts were the true doozies.