[expletive]...[expletive] this [expletive] [expletive]! I took a shower
this morning, and ran out of hot water. the day has continued along through
a trail of similar incidents, including two broken nails, an hour talking
to BHB (if i'm not nice, i might not get my book back), further hardware
difficulties, and serious problems writing a damned essay to send in with
my application to UNM. All this, and I'm barely awake two hours...
I'm still upset about the girl. I try to let go, but I remember the
way she looked at me, and I can't put her out of my thoughts. I was real
to her. If you were watching her eyes, you'd notice that I was the only
thing ouside her drama that she saw. She kept looking at me; pleading with
me...I tried to look away. For you, I tried to look away. Like a dishonourable
wretch, I tried to ignore her, tried to ignore the promises I'd made to
myself and the spirit of Lisa Markdough...but I could not. So I spoke.
It was time for the peanut gallery to butt in. When I spoke to her, she
relaxed visibly. The fear flooded out of her face, and she regarded me
as one regards an angel come dwn from heaven with a flaming sword. She
put her faith in me instantly. When she yelled for the cop, I was almost
there. I had her calm and trusting me. Her father tried to grab her, though,
so she did what she knew how, and yelled for help. (i know there's gotta
be too many commas in that, but i don't really care.) When I saw him move,
Ispoke-- but, I was too slow. The sentence was something like: "Quit trying
to grab her, and you [to her] quit schizzing out!" It was meant to be followed
with fortuitous use of the Voice on the phrase "I really don't need this
shit in my coffee shop!", which incidetally, would have been a lot more
effective than you'd think. It's like the logic of the bathroom; make them
recognise the effects their petty bullshit is having on the macrocosmic
environment. (i.e. a coffeeshop full of people as opposed to the universe)
...
So, here I sit, before my terminal(ly bored), having just spent a lovely time Barney bashing. (ya wanna talk stress relief...) For a change, the machine did not eat the previous hi-scores list and I noticed you on it. :::big dumb grin::: Do you have any idea what a wonderful feeling it is to find that Dorian likes you?? (yes, i named my drive Dorian...as in "Gray") Dorian is an absolute bitch! I swear he hides things when I'm not looking...like my [expletive] preferences...and he's got a nasty habit of eating hi-score lists and invalidating saved games. (this has happened in more than one program) *sigh* finally a machine who's as much of an asshole as I am. (who, _me_, Marc? why would _I_ know what happened to it?...)
Gotta go...
--c0demuse
Tuesday, 11.10.98
6:20 pm
(Goddamnit, _now_ he eats the hi-scores!)