I know, I'm getting pretty lousy about updating this journal. And I'm aware that some suspect that I just write retro-entries, trying to remember the events of the day I'm writing about as best I can. Keep suspecting.
Wow, I didn't realize what immature assholes some people can be. Someone flamed me in my guestbook. Just because I said his animated dividers were irritating. I'm not going to remove it, because I think it's a monument to the idiots you can run into on the Internet. Some freak learns html and gets an e-mail address... suddenly they can irritate a whole bunch of people at once. Once upon a time, you at least had to become famous or be a politician to do that.
Well, Mother's day was irritating. My mother does not accept gifts and cards graciously. She rolls her eyes if she doesn't like it, and makes some snippy little comment if it's "too emotional". So, I got her a card with a cat on it, with a piece that turned into a bookmark. I guess she liked it. I wasn't really concerned with that, though.
I didn't go to sleep until 4:30, and was woken up at 8:30 to help clean up the house, because my mother had invited my aunt and her brats over. I did a lousy job, since I've been getting so little sleep lately, and my father had to come along right behind me to redo my work. I also had to postpone seeing Dirk, which did not please me one bit, until 3.
Pia made chicken curry, which I love. I subsequently ate too much, and felt sick for the rest of the day. I'm really going to miss her cooking.
Ken's friend, Keith, called me today. I used to like Keith, I was even at the wedding reception when he married Vanya. But, he was Ken's friend, so guess who he decided was a complete bitch when I dumped Ken? Anyway, I knew immediately why he was calling. So, I lied, told him I'd already sent out Ken's stuff, and hung up on him. This is really stupid.
So, I decided that I will send Ken's stuff back. Especially his precious floppy disks. After I run a magnet over the disks so that his writing will be permanently lost to him. And then, I'll act puzzled when he calls to ask why his disk's completely fucked up. Maybe he'll kill himself. I don't care. He's being completely obnoxious, considering the fact that he still owes me a thousand dollars--oh, I forgot...$990. He sent me ten dollars, remember? Granted, he meant for that money to be used to send him his stuff, but that's not my problem, is it? I like the book I bought with it--maybe if I tell him that, he'll understand.
Dirk and I checked out books, then sat in the car to read them. I got a bunch of Dilbert books, and an Outland book. I miss Bloom County. I never found a strip that I liked quite as much, unless you count Dilbert. I don't.
We're supposed to get together with Charlie Tuesday night. I've got a final tomorrow, so wish me luck.