I’m just so goddamned tired this morning.
We have AOL now, thanks to the boys. Since I’m not paying for it, I bowed to their preferences, which apparently include being in chat rooms. I haven’t been in a chat room in years because I got tired of the whole scene, but it’s still new and fresh to them, I guess.
Unfortunately, while I was able to keep my screen name, it didn’t transfer my buddy list or any of my other preferences over from AIM. So I wasn’t on for five minutes before my ex IM’ed me, wanting to know what’s going on with his package. Sweetie, I don’t deal with that shit. I’m the one who wanted to cut off all contact, remember?
He got huffy when I just told him to bug off, and asked me what made me so special that I didn’t have to give him a straight answer. I’m special because I told him not to contact me, understood? Besides, he wanted to get a copy of a song so he can record it (with his 4-track) for his album. Which he hopes to sell at his next show. What gets me is the fact that he actually thinks people will want to buy his album after hearing him onstage, banging away at a ratty acoustic guitar and screeching. Just like the good old days when he used to scare the neighborhood kids.
That’s mean, and it should be beneath me, but it isn’t.
They’re talking about recurring dreams over in Pamie's forum. One dream that a lot of people seem to have in common is the one where your teeth fall out. Now, I couldn’t help but think of Stephen King’s book Tommyknockers . I took me a while to think that book was scary – at first I just thought it was strange, then a little creepy, until I got to the part where they turned the dog into a battery. I couldn’t handle that. I would have felt better if the dog had simply been eaten.
Lately, I’ve been trying to read Four Past Midnight. Dirk insists that it’s a good book, but I’m having trouble getting into it. Somehow, the style isn’t as engaging as King’s usual.
I don’t know what’s going on with the band right now. I think Nikki quit. I can’t be certain, because the last person he spoke to was Aaron, and when Aaron reminded him to bring Dirk’s CD back to practice, Nikki went off on him. He cussed Aaron out and told him that he knew he was getting kicked out of the band, then he cussed Aaron out some more and hung up on him. That must have been really attractive for Aaron. Even if Nikki hasn’t quit, this is definitely it for him and the band. He’s back into drugs (again), and he still doesn’t have a job. Freaking out on Aaron was the last straw.
My father bought the computer I was going to buy, back when the choice was between a computer and a new car. It has a CD burner and all sorts of other gadgets I would love to own. I need to win the lottery, right quick.
I’m going to put up yesterday’s entry tomorrow. I can’t get it to work on my computer at home.
