February 2, 2000. Wednesday.
Mail to G-Rock
Right now, I'm missing Virginia. I was just standing outside, and it's pretty cold. But it's not as cold as it's been, more of just an annoying cold, rather than a debilitating cold. Anyway, for some reason, the this particular type of cold just now reminded me of Lexington in the winter. It reminded me a lot of standing of the porch of my old apartment, sometimes called the honeycomb hideout. It's the same building where rodzilla lived last year.
It's actually only been about an hour since I wrote yesterday's entry, but it's past 2am now. So I thought I'd start a new day. Although my general rule is that it's not a new day until you sleep, or if for some reason you don't sleep, its when the sun comes ups.
I just drank a gulp of what I thought was red wine. It was in a red wine bottle. it was wine a 2 weeks ago. Now I think you'd call it vinegar.
Well, it's about 23 hours since i wrote that. Not much has transpired since. Well, that's not really true I guess. I had a lot to do today. I woke up around 11:30am. Then promptly feel asleep till 2:30. That was nice. I actually thought it was saturday when I first woke up, since i had nothing to do. Anyhow, Jed called around 2:30 which was what finally got me out of bed. After my last few days, I thought I deserved a little break.
So I finally linked my old computer with the new G4, so everything is well. Besides doing some laundry, that was about the extent of my afternoon. I wrote a letter, watched some tv, and had some pancakes.
So I just got back from Great Lakes. I met Jen there. I also saw a few of Geoff's friends there. I also saw them last saturday I think. perhaps I go to Great Lakes too much, or bars in general. last week I went there 4 out of 6 days. and 5 out of 9 now. Oh well. I had a good time talking with Jen. We hadn't gone out anywhere together in a long time. Quite a pleasant time. She told me some shocking news about some people I know. She also quite disapproves of the relationships of some people I know. Those people are Matt and Jed. And I have to say, I'm inclined to agree. Jen also reads this now, and we discussed my portrayal of her a bit. I have to admit, while we were talking about my journal, I was quietly thinking to myself how I would write up our conversation. So far I'm disappointed. I was imagining something a bit better.
Anyway, I really like Great Lakes, and I'm glad Jen's so fond of it as well. It's a nice little place to hang out. I don't care much for the live jazz music they have some nights, but it was bearable tonight. Not that I don't care for a little jazz from time to time, it's just that it isn't particularly good jazz. Anyhow, jen was a little disappointed with her write-up in my Frequently Used Nouns page. And admittedly, I myself was a little disappointed at the time with what I came up with. But we didn't talk much when I wrote that up, and I was always a little apprehensive about her reading what I'd written about her.
We also talked about Berry some. She asked me if I hated her, and I said no. and I guess I don't. We'd never really discussed the whole Berry situation, and Jen is still friends with Berry and speaks with her. I've been reading my old entires lately, so i've been thinking about the whole sordid affair. I guess I don't hate berry. I just don't care enough I guess to think one way or another about it. But I guess she's coming up here sometime this month. Maybe. I really don't know how I'd act if I ever saw her again. I don't expect too though. I guess it would just depend on my mood. Anyway, it was good to spend some QT with Murph Monster. That's Jen.
OK- my sitetracker, which I check maniacally, just told me that two people found my webpage duing searches for "Cute little bunny," and "Old men with snakes up their asses." The first one was directed to the Bazaar, on the South Pole page. The latter one was from the Russian Federation. I'm too lazy to go look for it, but apparently somewhere on my Nouns page I mention something that comes close to old men with snakes up their asses. You know, as few hits as my journal gets, I get some of the fucking weirdest referrals I've ever seen.
DA&R
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