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June 6th, 2002

I just figured out that tomorrow's thursday, and I might find someone I know at a bar. I've not been to a bar in two weeks, b/c I was in Pensacola last weekend. Excellent. I gotta get up at 9 b/c a friend is calling me so I can meet him and pay him back for the hotel room I split with him. That guy is weird... one of those drifting thru life types, who stops and has complete conversations with everyone he meets. It's really hard to get anything nailed down with him, because he's so wishy-washy. To philosophical for me (which is a lot, because I minored in PHIL). Hey, it's almost 2 and everything's died down. I'll just slink off now.

I hate driving in this damned city.

Back from the gym. It took me a goddamn HOUR to get home in the traffic. I tried to eat a candy bar, but it turned to liquid and dripped on my jeans and upholstry. Annoying, to say the least. Sunovabitch.

I went to the dive shop and left a check for the esoteric guy and got my logbook signed. I told the instructer I'd be interested in a Divemaster class. I wasn't planning on doing that so soon, especially since I'll have to drive back to BR on the weekends to take the classes. We'll see how that goes.

On the upside, I ordered my motherboard, cpu and memory yesterday morning and paid for the cheap shipping, and it arrived TODAY before 2pm. Wow. I took it to the comp. recyclers, and it should be installed by tomorrow. I hope to hell everything works on it.

My mom's back, and gone again to a meeting. I'm whipped, I tell ya. I can hardly get up to go pee. But, at least I don't feel like such a corpulent slob.

YOU!

It's hot in here. The fan's on, but it's hot. I put cologne on this morning, but I sweat it off.. Cologne never lasts on me. I got these little sample bottles for christmas, of Stetson. Cowboy cologne. What'm I supposed to smell like, dirt and horseshit? Well, I'm sure I always smell of horseshit, as that's all I ever talk. I was watching this show on navy seals, and I remembered that for a while in high school, I had set my mind on joining the military right outta graduation. God, where would I be now if I'd not forgotten about that commitment..

Hey you! yeah, you! call me on the phone! I'm bored. I half-expect Alex to call me to go to a bar....but he won't b/c I'm expecting it. I think he's still pissed at me b/c I didn't call him to get him to go to that Wammo concert. He doesn't even like wammo. I'm the reverse master of my own universe. Fine then! YOU call me then. Don't ignore me. I hate Thursdays. Will I resign myself to going to a bar alone? Do I aquiesce and yield to some lonely alcoholism? Yeah. Maybe not now, but one day, mark my words. I'll be that guy that I look at sometimes at the bar, wondering how he got to be 'that guy'.