Wednesday, August 27, 1997 -- Starting Anew
Hang with me for a couple of weeks while I try out this new scheme.		Well, it's Wednesday again, and I'm ready to do journal entries. I'm a little upset with myself, but over the past week, I've done some thinking, and I'm not giving this up. Part of it was cycling. I was switching to a new.thing. Actually an old thing, but in a new incarnation. But the journal is still here to be done, I've done it for too long now to give it up. So the new.thing will get time, just less than I had thought. Part of it was life.stuff. Like Azura coming to live here, like my Aunt visiting last week, and coming again tonight. Like being upset with my job, and not wanting to do do anything there. But things are slowly changing. I've moved the new.thing, my computer game onto note cards, and focused it into design instead of coding. The coding is interesting, but I live for design. And you can't know what to code until the design is near done. I skipped out of work yesterday. I spent the day searching for a new job, one with more interaction. One where I won't be in a room as big as (bigger than?) my apartment, alone, in a cube. I like talking to people, and solving problems, now if I can just get a job doing this. So, things are looking up, and if my plans don't go awry, I'll be here, everyday, around 5 est, to do my journal and upload it. Hilights of the week. Azura bought my Aunt a birthday present last Friday. It was an incredibly sweet thing to do. My aunt is divorced, or is in the process of being divorced; her kids by a first marriage are college-age and neglectful. She didn't get any birthday presents. At least until Azura bought her one. Azura wants to adopt her, because she's worried about her, and genuinely likes my Aunt. My Aunt has scared me a little since the time she told me she saw Satan in her bed. I'm ambivalent about God, but I never really believed in Satan. My Aunt cajoled us with tales of faith healers and other tripe. While Azura believes it's possible, I do not, but we are both concerned that my Aunt seems to have fallen in with these people. I'm laughing at myself now, picturing a 50's sitcom parents talking about a loved one. Dad says, "Yes, she certainly has fallen in with a bad crowd." Mom replies, "They mean well, I know, but Christians ...." Mom shakes her head and Dad ruffles his paper. On Saturday we met Sherri and Russ, a couple that had moved to Charlotte and called me, wanting to game. They got my number at Heroes' and we finally got together. We'd have met them sooner, but Azura and I were kind of out in space recently [see: lack of journal entries]. Russ is one of the better GM's even though he wasn't particularly prepared. I guess we'll see his stuff later. I liked both S&R and realized I was probably going to have my typical good friend problem. I always seem to be sexually attracted to my friends. I can't really explain it except to say that I'm attracted to intelligent witty people with similar interests. And hey, that's a good definition of friend, too. Oh well. I'm not ready to bring up the bi issue with them, if ever. My Aunt comes here again tonight at 9. Hopefully, it will be a good trip for her, and she'll be on her way again. I like her, but she's a bit ditsy, and well, I have to be careful about revealing myself. I almost did it when my parents where here, and last week when my Aunt was. One day, but not today. Generic Joe's A Typical Male