May 17, 1999. Monday
Well, for some unknown reason my internal chronometer failed me this morning. I had to wait for the direct light of the sun blaring through the sky-light in the loft to wake me up. So of course, I was about 3 hours late for work. No biggie though. Mo co-worker, who until recently was never here before me, was here when I called after I woke up freaking out. Our boss has been gone since Thursday, and we've had some run-ins with the upper bosses. I just heard that one of the upper bosses that was always calling somebody saying how late we were was just in a serious car accident. He flipped his truck on Friday night. I've cursed him in the past for being a slimy sonuvabitch, but of course you never really want anything bad to happen to anybody. Most people anyway. He's in critical condition from what I hear.Anyway, my extra sleep last night didn't seem to alleviate a little headache behind my left eye. It's the same nagging pain that I had a little while ago, but it's a little less like a needle in my head and more like my eyeball is being squeezed and is about to pop. I did have some odd, vivid dreams last night though. The only one I really remember is one where I was in a forest, and I had in my hand all these little precious gems, mainly rubies and diamonds. They were all really small chips. about 1/8 the size of a sugarcube. Anyway, I think I was laying them on the ground, writing out a long message for Rodzilla. I remember feeling pretty good about it, but also kinda sad. At peace, I guess you could say. I think I was just writing a letter on the ground, because I wasn't going to see her again and I knew she would be passing through that neck of the woods. But then I realized that the ground was covered with little grey stones, and you could barely see the gems I had laid down. At that point I remember feeling very distressed, cos I was so happy with what I had written, and now I could barely even see the stones, much less make out what I had written. Plus, at that point it started raining, and the ground was covered with an inch of water. I started to try to pick up the stones I had laid down, and actually found a lot more than I thought I would. But I still felt a lot of anxiety about Rodzilla not seeing my message. The next thing I know, I'm in some sunny, yellow kitchen, pulling diamonds and rubies outta the drain. How odd... The only other part of the dream I remember is, I was talking to some guy who handed me a package of boxer shorts, and told me to try them on and if they didn't fit just put them back in the package and return them. Then I said "Don't you think someone else would do the same thing?" To which he replied "Dude, that's why you wash them."
Then the sun woke me up.
I'm on the phone with James right now. He's playing a new version of a song he recorded. I kinda like it. But I may like the older version better. It was a little poppier. More They Might Be Giants-esque. It still kind of is, but some odd enunications. I'm getting a little scared about moving to NY at this point. But a kind of scared-excited. I've just never really spent that much time in real cities. I don't think DC really counts. Of course, I haven't really given it much of a chance. If I had, maybe I could go to that Built to Spill show that I really want to go to tonight. I'm just a little wary of wandering downtown at night. Especially in that neighborhood. I'm trying to get Nicole to go with me, so we'll see if that pans out. I really want to go though. From what I hear, the Black Cat is a nice place to see a show.
So anyway, the weekend was rather uneventful. I spent a lot of it sitting around waiting. Rodzilla didn't get off work until about 10, even though she was supposed to be done at 5:30. Jed "had a few things" he "had to take care of," whatever they may be, so I bummed around and wrote some email and fixed my webpage a little. So when Rodziall got off work, we just went back to her place and rented a movie. It was up to me, so I got Permanent Midnight, starring Ben Stiller, as write Jerry Stahl, who used to write for ALF, before he threw all his money away on smack. It was pretty funny, but it didn't really go anywhere. Maybe since I wasn't really paying attention to the first 2 minutes, I didn't really care what happened in the rest of the movie. I mean, it was pretty good, and it got lotsa critical acclaim, but it didn't really have a point I guess. But as Rodzilla pointed out, it was about somebody's real life, so maybe it didn't really need to have a point. I dunno. I thought it might've helped.
So... Saturday was once again spent largley waiting. Jed had to be at the theatre for his class, and said he'd be done around 3, so I got some lunch and headed out to his place and watched the end of the 76ers-Magic game. Then I shot my bb gun at the ground trying to hit an ant and avoing a richochet that might blind me or something. Then I went to Washington and Lee's campus and checked my mail. Then I went over to Rodzilla's to get a pair of shorts. I had called 2 minutes earlier, and she wasn't there, so i figured i'd just get the shorts and go over to Jed's. So I was extremely startled when I went in her room and saw someone in her bed. It was, indeed, Rodzilla. She got back about 2 seconds earlier from an afternoon of hanging out with a friend from out of town. This particular friend often send her gifts in the form of James Taylor cd's, flowers, framed pictures, and mounted concert tickets. Hmmm.... I send Rodzilla flowers from time to time...But I don't think I've ever mounted anything from her. When I pointed that out to her, she replied "Oh, he mounts everything." I just wanted to write that, because I think it looks really, really funny typed out. Anyway, Rodzilla was feeling pretty down about the whole thing, so she said she didn't want to go out with us that evening. We were supposed to go to dinner, but she wasn't up for that either, so we just stopped by this roadside ice-cream stand.The event for the evening was the Buffalo Creek music festival, known in the past as "Noodlefest." It's usually a lot of fun. But this year's just wasn't. Curse my memory for being so nostalgic and remembering only the idealized version of things. For some reason, when it come's to parties out at Zollman's pavillion, I always have that problem. It's in the middle of nowhere, in a field, and it's always cold, and I go everytime and end up saying saying "why can't I ever remember I hate this place." But usually Buffalo Creek is a little different. Not this year though. So we left rather early. Plus, I felt bad for leaving Rodzilla at home in a shitty mood.
But when Jed dropped me off, Rodzilla was no where to be found. I guess not too deep down, I knew she'd be gone when I got back. But I was kinda glad, because I figured that she was in a better mood. She made the easy transition from depressed to really, really bored. So i was glad that she'd feel better when she got home. But I ran out and tried to catch Jed, to no avail. I hadn't eaten dinner yet, see, and was counting on her to drive me to Taco Bell or something.
Pretty soon, I just went to bed. Someone rang on her doorbell at around midnight, and that kinda tweaked me out. I thought someone might bein the apartment. I was kinda paranoid for some reason. But then after not too long Rodzilla got back, and all was well. She went out to Buffalo Creek after all. She said she thought she saw me, but at that point I was on my way home.
And that was about that. I went and saw her at work the next day, and ended up eating lunhc there. I didn't tip her though, since she's not a very good waitress. Actually, she is, but you know, she'd just have to pay tax on my tip anyway. So I told her i'd get her later. But of course I got sub-par service. I mean, what kind of waitress doesn't come to see if everything is ok? I mean, sure, i got a free drink and a little discount on the meal, but what abouit the friendly smile? the "everything ok here?" Oh well. I was supposed to see Jed, but shockingly enough he never called. Oh well. So I got back to town earlier than usualy. It's too bad Rodzilla and Jed had to work. It was a beautiful day to take the HMS BallSac out. Saturday and Friday were pretty cold, but Sunday was positively gorgeous. Oh well.
I actually went for a very short jog when I got back. But shortly after I started, I got this horrible headace in my eye that still kinda hurts. Last time I do that.
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