| July 1, 2001 |
| Well, after several days of speaking with my closest confidants, retreating to Ultima Online for hours on end, staying up until 4:30 a.m., running myself ragged on a treadmill, and a male/female wedding shower, I have finally returned to some sense of normalcy. I went to Houma on Friday and spent about 60 bucks on books. I purchased Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud, 1984 by George Orwell, Kings and Queens of England and Scotland, Please Understand Me: Character and Temperament Types by David Keirsey and Marilyn Bates, and The Ultimate Highhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. I'm also reading the first of the Ultima novels, The Technocrat War: Part One, Machinations by Austen Andrews. Anyhoo, I plan to brush up on my psych and my English monarchs, as well as try to finish my book, which is taking far too long to finish. I suspect that my entire problem with finishing it is that my logic is rejecting damn near every idea my imagination tries to produce. I'm not sure how I got into that cycle of self-criticism, but I have made it one of my goals to stop it. In other news, despite the failure of Bobwatch 2001, my friend and new roommate, H, is posting a personal ad for me on AOL. Yes, I know what you are thinking. It is strange that I would give my consent to such an action, but I do not believe that it works as well as he said it does, so I am better him a dollar that I'll meet nobody at all, or people that I will grow to loathe very quickly. Part of me hopes this works, but the other part of me wants to win a dollar. Ah well, best of luck to me, I suppose. It's not like I was having much luck on my own, anyway, eh? Considering the fact that it is 12:40 am, and I have things to do tomorrow, er, today, I shall cut this missive short and attempt to get some sleep. |