I don't feel like writing about last night at Rich O's, or about tonight at Rich O's. Or about my ongoing computer and plumbing woes. I don't really feel like writing about anything at all. But I suppose that I should, so that my fan has something to read.

I did a little experiment the other day in which I, once again, confirmed my hypothesis that people are mean. I don't know why I continue to lie to myself about this very obvious fact of life. But I do. I lie to myself and then I keep trying to prove myself wrong, and I keep ending up disappointed when I prove myself right instead.

I mean, I know deep in my soul that people are mean. So why does it still surprise me?

And the closer I feel to a person, the more disappointed I become when they turn out to be mean. Every fucking time. I don't get it. I should be totally used to this crap by now. I should totally stop trying to prove myself wrong. Arguing with myself is a no-win situation no matter which side ends up being right in the end.

This is a crappy entry. It makes it seem like I'm in a bad mood or something. But I'm not.