Went out dancing. Decided to have a few drinks. Just got home. If my typing is especially horrendous, or I seem to make not enough sense or be too honest, perhaps it is fair to blame it on the poison that still courses through my veins. Julie decided to come home a little earlier than I expected. It is two AM as I begin this, and I will certainly be noticably poisoned until a bit after three. We started out so late that we said we would stay for after-hours. Se did that, a little, I guess. I were there until 1:30 or so before we left, found a Taco Bell (Oh, delicious bean burritos), and went to our seperate homes. I tried to get her to come inside to munch down on her Taco Bell, but she said she had to share her cheese with her dogs, and wanted it to still be warm when she got home. Whatever.
More than just dancing
I was out late, up late, last night. I didn’t roll into bed until 4, and I didn’t roll into sleep until after 5:30, if my trying-to-get-to-sleep-at-the-time memory serves me correctly. I woke up at first this morning at 10:30 and then lay in bed until 11:30. I’ve always liked taking an extra hour or so to just lounge about in bed before the day starts. I really makes things feel okay. Starting the day off slowly seems to help remind me that there is no real reason to hurry through life. No reason to “Save Time”; time is for spending.
Did I tell you I’ve basically finished my home hunting? That little house I wanted to rent, the one that was right in the neighborhood I originally wanted, the one that was $125 less/month then the next cheapest rental in even the extended area I was looking in, through some amount of finagling, will be mine. Because my work hours do not allow me to meet with the rental company offering it, I had to do some things out of order to get an application to them before anyone else’s and get it paid for as well. I have yet to meet anyone related to the house, though I have spoken to several of them over the phone. Regardless, within 24hrs of the time the first person was officially allowed to see the interior of the house, 6 applications (in addition to mine) were submitted. Mine was the first, and the first processed as a result, and (because I have “great credit”) it was approved first and I get the house. Hooray!
Something I can’t have
There is a beautiful movie opening today. I really wanted to be able to go see it with Sara, but I fear that that really never had a chance of happening. She may humor me once in a while, but she is really charged about this movie, and I don’t think she can wait until her schedule allows for me before she sees it. Really, I think that considering the movie’s themes, she should go see it with someone she loves today, not someone she loved years ago and has since forgotten.
Technological musings
I like the idea of a wearable computer. I like the idea of a HUD, an earpiece, voice-recognition, wireless connectivity between all parts. I don’t think that the bulk of a computer needs to be worn, just the I/O and the computing power that the I/O needs to communicate with the “guts” of the machine.
Midnight Snack
I feel like I must have something to say. Every time I try to think of something to put here, the only things I can think of are passing distractions; the new REM album or the movies I watched this weekend or the number of lunches I had today. Nothing of value. Nothing with substance. Someone remarked to me recently that I “don’t know how to have a conversation that isn’t serious.” I said something like “I never understood small talk” and went back to talking about what was on my heart and mind. I think they just sighed and tried to pay attention.
Is that what you are doing now? Sighing, trying to pay attention as I type miles of text about my own trivial experiences? I thought at first that the idea of an audience would just encourage me to write, but I think now it scares me. Some of the people who know that they can find me here… I don’t know… I just feel like I can’t be myself when they’re around. I have no way of knowing whether they’re around, either.
Look, if you don’t really care, why are you still reading? Is this some form of rubbernecking? Are you hoping to see a glimpse of someone else’s pain, and willing to wade through everything else I spew out? If you do care, why did you let them remove the nearby Taco Bell?