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For some reason I feel the need to post something. I do not however, have anything in particular to post about. Had a date on Tuesday. It was fine, enjoyable even, but I may want to hold out for something better. Beggars can indeed be choosers. Either that, or I'm not actually a beggar. I just wish the whole online dating thing weren't such a frustrating mess. It's impossible to know what I may or may not be doing wrong, which puts me in the sort of situation I absolutely loathe, one where I have no control or power whatsoever. I mean, I'm usually in situations where I have less power than someone else, or minimal control, but human nature makes it easy to predict how things will turn out, even if it may not be my desired result. With this though, I want things to go a particular way but lack the knowledge, skills, or luck to affect the outcome in any meaningful way. It's annoying, but I suppose I'll have to get used to it if I really want to meet someone worth my while.

Cleaning proceeds in fits and starts. I've pretty much taken care of all the big picture items, which leaves only the far less satisfying minutiae to work on. Not helping is the fact that I actually live in my apartment and thus have a tendency to create new messes or exacerbate existing ones. Plus I have a few figures I'm working on, which doesn't help things either. I'd be done by now I think if I could manage to sleep a little less.

In the past week I have watched films titled Hero of Swallow and The Purple Hooded Man. Neither were remotely pornographic.

Still haven't done much of anything with anyone in a while. It's not bothering me at the moment, but I wouldn't mind seeing some of my friends outside of work/the internets.

Glad it's warm enough to sleep with the windows open.

Realized I'm writing like Rorschach. Hurm.

I don't much feel like rereading any books at the moment, but I don't have anything new I'm curious enough about to purchase at the moment.

Tired of working evenings and weekends, but I don't know how likely I am to get anything a bit more "normal" that will pay as much. Besides which, I actually enjoy working at the Wedge most of the time, and evenings and weekends are more compatible with my theoretical return to school.

I could do with a bit more inspiration as far as writing and horribly nerdy action figure customizations are concerned, but it's not like I can run down to the store and pick some up.

Probably should do a better job keeping my promises to myself.

Sentence fragment.

I wonder if I can get lime green Chucks right now? Last time I was at the shoe store they'd stopped producing that color. Not sure I should be buying new shoes right now anyway.

I really hope I don't have to buy another copy of Rock Band 2.

Disappointed that dying the fake fur to the right color frizzed it out. I'll probably use it anyway.

Apparently will need to purchase new ant traps.

Not sure about this stream of consciousness thing, it's easy to write, but I don't think it reads particularly well. I just don't have any specific topic to expound upon at the moment, so if you've bothered to read this at all, I apologize for the rambling, halting, nature of it. As it is I think I've done enough for the moment. Hopefully something more meaningful or at least interesting will come to me and I can write something worth my time. Or I'll just watch a crappy movie and fall asleep on the couch again.

I feel really alone. I don't know how to meet new people, and the ones I know have their own lives. Wish I knew where the positivity and motivation I had a few weeks ago went, because this sitting around depressed thing really isn't any fun. No goals, no motivation, no ideas. The only image I seem to project these days is sad, so I guess I can't fault people for not wanting to do anything. I mean, look at everything I've posted, it's fucking depressing. I guess I just wish I felt more like people cared. Or that I cared more about myself. Unfair to expect others to when I don't really try to make much effort for myself. I just have such a hard time meeting new people, and I'm picky. Plus, I've managed to alienate a lot of people through years of not really wanting to do that much. Or maybe I'm just not that likable. I dunno. I don't want anyone to think I'm accusing them of anything, this is just how I think when I get down. I need to be more content with myself, and with being alone. Neither are things I've ever had much success with. My confidence and self-esteem are in the toilet too (and hey, add on the wonderful cynicism that keeps me from fully believing others when they try to convince me I'm not a completely useless waste of flesh and that they do in fact, actually like me). All I can seem to do is wallow, bitch, and post stuff like this hoping someone will have some advice or help, but knowing I probably wouldn't take it if it were offered.

So how's your day going?

I'd started to post something depressing. But really, it's all the same stuff you've heard from me before. When am I going to be able to get over myself and start actually changing things? And when do I become okay with the fact that my relationship with one of the best people I've ever known is irrevocably changed? Left work early again. Didn't *need* to, but I wasn't doing them all that much good today anyhow. It's going to be odd, not having the constant hunt to fill my time. But I need to disengage myself from the collecting. Re-evaluate. I wish I had something more interesting or positive to write about, but I really don't at the moment. Hopefully I will soon . . . .

Those of you who know me know I have a lot of stuff. A lot. More all the time too. I've known I have too much for a long time, and I'm definitely aware I spend too much on it. But it's never really bothered me. I was happy in the acquisition of the stuff, the hunt, the small victory each time I found that great new thing I was looking for. Lately though, I'm hunting out of habit, because I have nothing else to fill my time. There's nothing out that I want right now, and even if there was, I couldn't afford to buy it. I'm not really enjoying the things I am buying either, I look at them, then make a space on the shelf for them. And there they sit. They rule my space, my apartment is crammed full, and I just don't have the room to add more shelves, nor do I want to. At this point, I'm too unsure of my convictions to just get rid of a bunch of stuff, and I can't imagine getting rid of it all, but what's the difference between putting it in a box somewhere and just getting rid of it? I know that whatever I decide to do once I actually go through the process of putting everything in boxes I'll remember why I got it, why I wanted it, and that'll make it tougher to let it go. I still enjoy the hobby, I don't see myself stopping, but I think it's time to cut back. Time to re-evaluate. Time to enjoy the having, and not the wanting and the getting. Ing.

But man is it weird realizing that something you've spent so much time and effort on doesn't mean as much to you as you thought it would. I just hope I can hang on to this feeling, because it's going to be really easy to regress.

I had an entry here. But I decided it wasn't something I should leave up.

The title, like the majority of my titles, has nothing to do with anything.


With that out of the way, why is it I can never just leave well enough alone? All I do is make things worse for myself. I can definitely tell that the mornings are going to be the worst. Too much free time and no one around to keep me distracted. Even when I am doing something I can't stop checking the internet, and all that usually does is frustrate me. I have things I could do around the apartment, but I can't find the motivation to do them despite knowing that it'd probably be the best thing right now. I just can't stop my mind from racing, and that is making this much tougher than it needs to be. I really hope work is busy today . . .

Weird how that works.

It's lame of me to only write stuff like this when I'm sad. But it's generally the only way I can sort of put things right in my head. It doesn't help that I don't have much of a support network these days, since I tend to let my friendships wither.


Due to various reasons, some beyond my control, others not, I've lost the love of a really wonderful person. Granted she hasn't been quite as wonderful of late, but there are reasons for that. We shared a lot of really great times, and I hope I've become a better person for having had her in my life. I know I'll probably see her again, but the dynamic will never be the same. I wish we could have gone to New York together, I wish I could have woken up next to her, one more time. I wish her all the happiness in the world too, even though that won't include me. I want to get angry, to fight to fix things, but I don't know that things can be fixed, or that it's even a good thing for them to be. I hope I can straighten things out for myself, because I know she wouldn't want me to feel as bad as I do. I just wish I thought I'd be able to find something as wonderful as what we had when things were good. There aren't many people in this world who really understand me, and I don't necessarily believe that there's someone out there for everyone, so I'm scared too. I feel really alone, I know there are people who care about me, but I don't feel any deep connections to anyone anymore, which is no one's fault but my own. Don't worry about me too much though, this is just me at the bottom, talk to me in an hour, and you may not know anything is wrong. Finally, I hope that if she reads this, it doesn't make her sad, since that's the last thing I want. I just had to try and get out a bit of what I'm feeling and hopefully hasten things so that I can move ahead in my life. Which is a whole other can of worms really . . .

It's almost five in the morning. I should have been asleep hours ago. For no particular reason, I find myself wide awake. Now, this wouldn't be a problem but for the fact that I work this afternoon and then have to be back at 9am on Saturday. Thus, I am not in a good position to be at all effective at work on Saturday. Part of my insomnia is stress, but thats always there to some degree, so I'm not really sure why I'm still up. I can't decide whether to just stay awake or to try and get some sleep.

Feeling disconnected from the world again lately. My world more or less consists of work and my apartment. I need to make more effort to keep in contact with the few friends I have and to just be out more in general. I wonder if the fact that my job is so heavy on interaction with people is part of the reason I don't do more to seek it out outside of work? That may just be an excuse though.

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. So what is it if you do nothing over and over and expect any result at all?

Upright Citizens Brigade season two finally came out on DVD. Only 20 bucks too. Too bad I already watched all of it. Probably going to buy Shadow Warrior tomorrow. It's a Japanese TV series from the late 70's starring Sonny Chiba. It inspired Chiba's character in Kill Bill as well. Sounds like it should be good. It's got ninja anyway.

On the ninja topic, Empowered volume 2 came out a week or so ago. It's a great superhero/comedy comic by one of my all time favorite creators, Adam Warren. I wish I could find a suitably hilarious example to entice you all to seek it out, but I can't find anything online.

I was at work on Sunday and saw something interesting. Well, ridiculous really. Nevertheless, I'll share. A guy wandering through produce had on a shirt with a dragon riding a motorcycle. And not like a cartoony dragon. I'm talking D&D Sourcebook style dragon here. On a motorcycle.  I just can't fathom the audience for such a shirt. Casting aside the facts that a dragon would have no need to ride a motorcycle (being that they can generally fly, this one had large wings at least) and that the motorcycle was pretty small compared to the dragon, making actually riding it impractical, it's just a stupid idea at it's core. Yes, it's possible to combine two "cool" things and increase the coolness exponentially, but if care isn't exercised you can just as easily fall into the territory of say, a skateboarding T-Rex. A territory in which the entire world is diminished by such an images existence. Well, that's hyperbole, but it's still a stupid idea for a shirt.

Need a copy of Photoshop for Windows. Anyone got the hookup?

London in about two weeks. Still haven't quite realized I'm going.

Weird fact: Roald Dahl wrote the screenplay for the James Bond movie You Only Live Twice. This was the one where all Japanese people are portrayed as misogynists and Sean Connery in a black wig and big fake eyebrows is supposed to be convincingly Japanese. Also, rocket cigarettes.

Think I might go to sleep now.

So I was reading the most recent collection of Haruki Murakami short stories. I thought I'd happened upon a quote that seemed apt, but it was quoted offhandedly in the story, and upon looking it up I find it's less apropos than I'd hoped. It's from the composer, Debussy "Music is the silence between the notes." The line in the story is something along the lines of Debussy saying when he was stuck on a composition that he was creating that silence. This is what appealed to me.

Basically the concept that formed in my mind was that Debussy had to spend a certain amount of time creating nothing, so that there was a place for his creation to exist. Like making a spot for a new piece of furniture or something. I like this idea because perhaps all the time I spend creating nothing is just me clearing space for a lot of somethings. Not a rationalization for my lack of creative output so much as a way for me to accept it a bit better. Of course this theory is a bit flawed, at least taking Murakami in a strict sense. The character describes himself and his mother as having to create the nothing for the other sucessful and productive members of the family to fill. The more the business minded ones do, the more nothing the character must do. So I could just be porducing a void for others to fill.

Regardless, I need to put more effort into creative endeavors. Mostly writing, ideally anyway.

The rest of my life continues as before. Fishing opener is Friday, which means my dad will more than likely not be at the house. An ideal time to go grab some more of my stuff. But to do it right will require more preparation and time than I'm willing to invest at the moment. I may change my mind as the week goes on, but for now I plan on staying in Minneapolis. Try and get ahead on stuff around here I suppose.

You all know how awful the weather has been the past few days. Well, it managed to increase the awfulness in my life by a pretty decent amount. Because of the cold my car decided to be a real bastard. Saturday I had to get a jumpstart from triple A and thus was 2 hours late to work. Sunday, I didn't have time to do AAA again and ended up taking a cab. 50 dollars later I was back home having worked another short shift (this time mostly because I was in such a foul mood after having shelled out so much to go someplace I didn't want to be anyway to earn barely more than it cost me to get there and back). Today, after a second and this time fruitless attempt by Triple A, I ended up not going to work at all. Now obviously I don't much care for my job, but I do need money, and I do have some amount of dedication. If I'm not going to go to work, it should be because I decided not to, not because of my shitty car. It's damn frustrating. Plans are in the offing to get a new battery which will hopefully do the trick. If it doesn't, I need a new starter which opens up a whole new can of awful. I'm fortunate that my mom is willing to help out with all this, since I honestly don't know how I'd deal with all this w/o her help.

In other news, my landlords apparently decided that timely payment of the water bill wasn't necessary. The city posted a shutoff notice on the door last weekend but nothing ever came of it. After getting my mail today I found a letter from the city saying pretty much the same as the notice, but postmarked the first, which is a good week after the shut-off date they listed. At this point it seems the only way I'll know if the issues been resolved or not is if I turn the faucet and nothing happens.

Everything else has been pretty low-key. I've let myself become reclusive again which isn't good, but I'm taking steps to rectify the situation.

If you sat the color yellow down in front of Joe McCarthy and his assembled fear-mongers and asked him: Are you now, or have you ever been a flavor? Yellow would say no. (He was however a member of the communist party in college, but only because he was trying to score points with this one chick. Trust me, you go pinko in a second if you saw her ::nudge nudge::) Yellow wouldn't be lying either. If I tell you something tastes yellow you'd have absolutely no idea what that tasted like. General Mills would have us believe that yellow tastes like sugary popcorn something or other. Corn Pops. Every damn box says proudly "Big Yellow Taste". Sorry GM, you're fucked. That just isn't gonna catch on.

Speaking of things abbreviated by GM, that's the department I worked in today. General Merchandise, basically anything we sell that you can't eat. You know I had fun because nothing says party like stool softeners and vaginal-itch cream, both of which I got to stock. To say it was a good day would be a gross understatement. Or more accurately, it was another day at a job I'm pretty fed up with. Ah well, it's money.

Apparently the movies "Cobra" (Featuring Stallone as one Marion Cobretti) and Tango and Cash (Stallone and Kurt Russel? No fucking way!) are available on one disc for exactly the price they're worth. 3 dollars apiece. Still, as I can't imagine paying any more than that for either film I was pretty happy to find them cheap-like.

No developments of note really. I get to miss Blaine's birthday celebration thanks to work and being informed too late to make any changes, and I'm really starting to loathe late-night Current DJ Mac Wilson.

As for Yellow, he narrowly escaped being blacklisted when Periwinkle overdosed on sleeping pills and another replacement for Yellow on traffic lights couldn't be found in time. Everyone was pretty embarrased a few years down the line, but don't forget that Yellow got off pretty easy compared to Seafoam Green. After all, he went from one of the most sought after colors in America to working as a bouncer in a Mexican brothel until getting shot in the face during a failed liquor store robbery.

Till I'm sufficiently inspired/outraged to return, I remain, as always, a clever ruse used by Ricardo Montalban to travel unmolested amidst the unwashed rabble.

It's my own fault really, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. I was just vacuuming and managed to break a particularly delicate and stubborn piece of a custom figure I've been working on. I should have finished the thing earlier, but the problems with this precise part have caused the momentum I'd built up on this particular figure to vanish completely. And now that I have to basically rebuild the part from scratch, it's less likely I'll finish it up anytime soon. No big deal really, since my inspiration has been flowing pretty freely lately. Still, it's bothersome having yet another unfinished project added to the growing pile.


I may be coming down with an illness of some kind. I really don't want to work now that my friend's transfer has taken effect, but I can hardly afford to miss much. I guess I'll just let the cold or whatever do as it will and work or not as the situation demands.

Speaking of work, I am now, by default, the evening manager. Now, normally this is a full time position with much higher pay than mine, but since we no longer have an evening manager, and I'm the only person in the grocery department that they trust solo, I'm it. Ridiculous is not a strong enough word. I'd no problem running grocery a night a week, but I'll pretty much be doing it 4 or more nights a week. So, short term I plan on simply not doing so. Doing nothing more than is on the list they leave, not being responsible for the other idiot they often stick me with, stuff like that. And by the time anyone says anything about it, I'll either have a different job, or the ammunition to get a raise or some sort of preferential treatment. Hopefully anyway. Though I don't have anything to lose since I want to quit anyway. We'll just have to wait and see how things shake out I suppose.


After buying and watching "New Police Story" I can happily report that Jackie Chan still has it. Shame that US filmmakers tend to use him almost solely for comedy.

So, pursedog.

As many of you know, I greatly dislike so called tall-bikes.

If you're unaware of them:



I appreciate the do-it-yourself nature of them, but they are absurdly impractical. The impracticality is that much greater in an urban area in which biking is already dangerous, not to mention bridges and the like. These things are fairly common, and since they have no practical purpose they must be "fashion", as thats the only reason that people put up with inherently flawed ideas/things. It's cred. It's a way to proclaim visually that you're better than others. I don't care how you justify it, that's the reason. I could go on, but really it's the same anti-fashion stuff we've all heard before. I just thought it would be helpful if I clarified my dislike of tall-bikes a bit, as it makes the origins of pursedog a bit easier to understand. You see, while I was mulling over tallbikes as I drove to work and finally realized that they were simply "fashion" I hit upon a wondrous new word. Well, not so much new as two words stuck together, but whatever. That's where such noteable words as quagmire and hellspawn originated after all. Anyway, the stupid fashion of tallbikes led me to the stupid fashion of carrying a dog in a purse a la Paris Hilton and no doubt dozens of other substance abusing socialite morons. So, pursedog is shorthand for stupidly impractical things that exist solely because of thier fashionability. I ask you to take this word and spread it far and wide, as change occurs easiest when we posess the language to speak about that which we wish changed. Also, I'd really just like to originate a word.


X-Mas was fine. Did the family thing, or more accurately, my mom's family thing. It was tolerable, but I've never liked that side of my extended family overmuch. Too much self-censorship required to avoid horribly offending everyone. Got some giftcards, one of which was from Abercrombie and Fitch, which is a fine example of how well these people know me. Thankfully my sister realized I'd never have any use for such a thing and bought it from me. New quilt, a toaster, a plethora of Japanese films from the 60's and 70's (pity that Woman in the Dunes is out of print on DVD and runs several hundred dollars nowadays) and a few books. And for once my mom eschewed the candy and gum she usually put in my stocking, all of which gets thrown in a box to rot. She did give me some neosporin though, so I guess items of debatable use are hardwired into her gift-giving practices. Not that I won't ever use neosporin, just that the circumstances in which I would are very uncommon. Cash from my dad, along with pleas to speak with him again. He also apologized for the past, not realizing that while yes, that's a factor, his present irresponsibility and selfishness are the main reasons I'm not speaking with him. Even if he were to get into treatment and stop being such a selfish idiot I doubt I'd want to deal with him.

Usagi Yojimbo is reaching 100 consectutive issues next month, so huzzah to Stan Sakai. Also of note to those who read this in the comics world, Adam Warren has a new project coming out in February called Empowered. It's not Dirty Pair, but it does sound quite good.

Anything going on for new year's? I actually bothered to take my birthday off this year, so I'm up for whatever.

Time to cap off my aimless rambling. I'll be back, and hopefully more coherent, or at least better structured soon.

Bah.

I was having such a good day too.


Basically some depression hit me from out of the blue. It's manifested as me fretting and focusing on/about some various issues that I normally don't worry about. Mostly my lack of confidence and inability to make any meaningful change in my situation. Also, as tends to be the case, the whole dating thing. What really sucks is that I only worry about these problems when I'm depressed, which means I lack the motivation or desire to anything about them. When I'm in a mental state conducive to improving things, I tend to ignore said things entirely.

So yeah. I'm depressed, lonely, and overly concerned with not having a girlfriend or potential girlfriend at this point. Obviously, I shouldn't worry about it and should be capable of functioning outside of a relationship but at the moment the obvious and logical are on thier union mandated break. I think obvious ran to get some bagels and logic is hitting on that new girl in marketing. Someone mentioned something about the bar after work, but you'll have to ask them, I gotta stay late and finish this damn report for the Scottsdale office.


It occurs to me that it might be easier to meet people if I actually went somewhere other than work, but I dunno. I've never found it easy to introduce myself and for whatever reason I'm not the sort of person that people feel inclined to know.

I just want someone to care about. I either need to stop being alone, or stop caring about being alone.


So it being the the time of year when Jesus Claus is born and fires presents to all the devout boys and girls from his Jesus-Cannon means I get to listen to Christmas music at work. As if the shitty management and bitchy customers weren't enough. Did you know that there was a smooth jazz version of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? Neither did I, but now that I do I really want to travel back in time and get Elton John to die for our sins if only because I could stand to listen to his music. Either that, or Journey. I'm pretty sure that "Don't Stop Believin'" is at least as big a miracle as the loaves and the fishes.

So in lieu of going to bed so I can work at 9 in the fucking morning tomorrow I'm updating this thing and watching Knight Rider episodes.

To those of you who have been wondering where I am, I "went inside" so to speak. I felt the need to cut myself off for a bit so that I could focus on some things that needed doing. Nothing terribly momentous was accomplished, but I felt better about some things by the time I was done.

Things to do:

Get out more

Finally, finally, get that YWCA membership

Write

Perservere re: dating

Do a better job of maintaining those frienships I still posess

And lastly, find a new job. Which sucks, because I can't imagine anything I could find that wouldn't entail a pay cut. I wouldn't be thinking about leaving Rainbow at all, or at least not any more than I normally do, but the evening manager is getting transferred. This is problematic for a few reasons, the most important being that since we're friends an otherwise crappy job is tolerable and that I actually trust him when it comes to things like me not getting fucked on hours or getting the recognition I deserve. The two guys above him are quite frankly idiots, neither of whom I trust and one I outright loathe. Regardless, job hunting is thouroughly awful and post holiday is one of the worst times to do it, so I'm not looking forward to it much.

Thought I had a line on an artist so that I could possibly get back into a comic of some sort, but that doesn't look like it's going to pan out.

Join me tomorrow for the official debut of my new word: Pursedog

So I'm increasingly ADD these days. I can't watch an entire movie, I need to read while I eat, customize action figures while I fuck around on the computer, and smash the state while I sleep. It wouldn't bother me, but the movie thing is a pain. Especially since I never rent movies and rarely go back to stuff even if I haven't finished it. Wierd.

Little else of note going on. Women continue to vex me (why say you want to do something with me and then never call me back? It's insane), I feel as if I have fewer friends all the time, and despite having an excess of free time (Rainbow is cutting payroll like some insane cutting thing) I've accomplished absolutely nothing of late. Woot. That, and either the obese have toes that look like fingers, or John Byrne can't draw feet.

To conclude, Lee Van Cleef is badass.

Bloody hell.

I'm not sure why I bother honestly. When I can't get a date I'm bummed and neurotic. Then when I do get a date, I'm bummed and neurotic. Had a date on Tuesday, called her back today (Mojo knows the girl) and while I have no reason to believe that additional dates are an impossibility, I've managed to mountain-ize the molehill to the point where that's all I can see happening.


Stupid lack of self-confidence.


The possibility grows ever greater that my hours at work may get cut. Those in the know assure me that since I'm the only grocery guy who doesn't suck and has open availability that that won't happen, but I remain skeptical.

I've begun customizing action figures again, which is good. Up until now my only "hobby" has been World of Warcraft. Don't get me wrong, it's enjoyable, but I feel like a waste if that's all I do.

I'll spare you more of my depressing bullshit. It's mostly just me making/seeing thinsg worse than they are anyway.

Yes, I can draw. But not well, and moreso than that, not quickly. Plus I really don't think I'm capable of telling a coherent story through pictures alone anyway. Regardless, I'd need a story to draw before that'd be an issue, and I don't have that, so it's all moot at the moment.

Going to WizardWorld Chicago, so that's cool.

Realizing I've got some problems I'm unlikely to solve on my own, but I'm not sure where to go for help. Guess I'll just muddle through.

I really like the Current, but man, Sundays suck. Shortly after I get home from work the Jazz show comes on, and it's not energetic jazz. Add to that one of the single most boring hosts I've ever encountered and you have 3 hours of unmitigated awful. I should get some speakers and a reciever, eschew boomboxes for good.


Heat continues to annoy. And whether as a result of it or not, I'm sleeping far more than I'd like to. I feel like all I do is work and sleep.


I had some other statement to make, but I got distracted by someone on AIM, so you lose.

Oh. Dur. That's what I wanted to share.

http://www.infectiousvideos.com/index.php?p=showvid&sid=1307&a=playvid

Katana vs. Bullet. Watch it and have decades of anime and bad movies validated.

Nothing of note really. Just working and the like.

Was supposed to have had a date on Saturday (the 25th) but she backed out with the reason "recent breakup". I understand the problems that causes. However, I can't tell whether it's my inherent cynicism or my self deprecating nature, but I'm not entirely convinced that was the reason. Moot point I suppose since I'll probably never encounter her again.

80's party was enjoyable, and I remember getting home from this one, which is always a plus. Got a number, which I took far too long to call due to nervousness. Though all I've done is trade that nervousness for another kind, the one where I'm worried I won't get called back.

Finally cleaned the majority of my apartment. It occurs to me I probably have too many toys/comics for my own good sometimes, but I honestly can't imagine getting rid of them.

Webcomic has yet to progress. I'd thought I'd found a potential artist, but that seems to have fallen apart. If I'm going to do something with it, it should be soon though. We'll see.

Other than that, I pretty much work and play Warcraft. No one seems to have anything going on, and I never have any ideas/money, so I pretty bored/lonely. Probably my own fault though.

Well, that was eminently depressing. I think I'll go kill graphical representations of complex code in an interactive environment for awhile. Back tomorrow.


Probably.