10 seconds at a time...
I got to see HatGirl, and most of you didn't! I win!
I get to see HatGirl in less than an hour! Yay! It's been a bajillion years.
MusicalYuppieDude is fired up!
Still being a good boy. Still don't fucking like it.
I wish my swing was fixed. I'm in the mood to sit on my swing. Oh, and I also wish it wasn't a bazillion degrees below zero outside.
"I don't feel like I'm short-changing myself. I get to be in love. A lot of
people never get to do that." -- from an old email.
Being a good boy, but not liking it very much...
This one fucker just will. Not. Shut. Up. I may have to kill him.
I pore over the memories, looking for the code that I can break. But I
begin to suspect that it's not so simple as a code; it's a different language altogether.
A cult by any other name...
It's late, and I'm thinking. So I'll either have great dreams, or horrible ones.
"Yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again." -- R.A.H.
My night so far has consisted of skunked beer, shitty pizza, and a bunch of old men pretending to be The Who.
Newcastle, check. Wick's pizza, on the way. Something to watch on TV tonight, still pondering.
"Once in a great while lips meet and two spirits merge for a time and the
universe is right and complete and the planets wheel in their proper places.
Once in a while the lonely, broken spirit of a man is healed and made whole.
For a while his quest is over and his questions are answered." -- R.A.H.
I wish I knew what to say.
I just realized that, if things were different, we could have gone sledding today.
Because it was asked of me. That's the only reason.
I wonder what the climate is like on that planet.
It's not as much fun to glare at my phone when (a) I'm not sure I want it to woohoo anyway, and (b) she's in the next room.
Stupid Bearno's changed their hours. Now they don't open until 4:00. Also, the unfortunately named girl is working.
My brain is exploding. Time for lunch.
I'm watching it again, because I'm a glutton for punishment.
I'm so worried about my friend, I can't even see straight, let alone think straight.
Got my new puzzles. Still waiting on my new phone.
I'm not sure if I was dreading it, or hoping for it. Either way, it didn't happen, and now I'm disappointed.
Never again should it be said that I'm dimmer than a burned-out headlight...
Pete Jr. is outside!
My new phone didn't arrive today. You know you care. I hope they didn't ship
it to Washington by mistake.