I have no idea what's going on.

Not really cabin fever I guess. More like Southern Indiana fever.

Whatever it you want to call it, I've got it. Bad.

I think I'm just looking forward to my Vegas trip, but that's not for another eight weeks.

So I want to go somewhere this weekend. Somewhere close enough to drive there on Saturday, spend the night, and drive back Sunday.

Indianapolis? Columbus? Nashville? St. Louis?

I didn't list Cincinnati because I just went there this past Summer.

All I really know for sure is that I have zero desire to spend (waste) yet another weekend here.

I probably won't go anywhere though. What if an actual girl came into Rich O's and I missed it?

When you decide that it would be a good idea to throw your cell phone into the woods, turn the ringer all the way up first.

This way, when you're stumbling around in the morning trying to find it, you can just call the cursed thing from your home phone, and listen for the ring.

Just remember:

In a meeting = Vibrate good
In the woods = Vibrate bad

Feel free to print this out and keep a copy with you at all times.

I sent this in a e-mail to a fellow tortured soul, and then realized that I liked it.

Sleep is better than real life, because at least you can wake up when you have a bad dream.

The question is, can I hold my breath until Thursday?

Somebody did it again.

They went to google and typed "eating human testicles" into the search box.

This is actually the second time this has happened since I started tracking this shit.

I don't know what's more disturbing; that somebody typed it in, or that I'm listed fourth in the results.

Imagine, if you will, a dog.

Every day the dog's master comes home from work and kicks the dog, and the dog yelps with pain.

Is it so hard to believe that, no matter how much the dog loves its master, no matter how much it longs to be with its master, is it so hard to believe that one day the dog will run and hide when it hears that doorknob rattling?

friend
n.
1. A person who will do stupid favors for you in the middle of the night, not because they understand your need, but because they recognize your need.

Fuck.

I should just end this entry right there. In fact, I think I will.

This sucks.

I can't remember what I was going to write about.

I remember thinking about it after work. I was talking with VigilanteGirl in the parking lot where she works, and I had an idea for something to write about. Something original, at least for me.

Problem is, I was so shocked at having an actual original thought that I forgot what it was.

Now it's six hours later and I still can't remember.

So, instead of whatever idea I had this evening, I'll be writing about the fact that once again I've got nothing to say.

I ran across a quote this morning.

No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see. - Taoist proverb