I might have mentioned that I read a lot. I don't often mention specific books, because it's as natural and necessary as breathing to me. You don't mention each breath you take, but each of them is important.
Back in the spring of ‘97, when I first got the Internet, I used to go into chat rooms a lot. I wasn't really interested in the web sites, because most people online still hadn't gotten the knack with HTML that's so common now (or they didn't have the little programs that do it for them). I admit it, I was one of the millions who were in that great rush to go online when AOL became really big.
I don't remember why I liked the chat rooms so much. I was lonely, I guess. I had friends, but they weren't really my friends. They were someone else's. I'd left most of my friends behind for the joke called "love", and the other one called "punk". I used to chat with so many people....I don't anymore. If I talk to anyone, it's because either A) I know them in real life, and we're just catching up on current events, or B) They read my journal and they went to the effort of looking up my AIM screen name (it's in one of the entries).
I don't mind talking to these people. It's a relief, really, talking to people without the bother of introductory explanations and figuring out just how much of my "real" personality they can handle. They already know most of the ugly stuff, if not all of it. They already know how petty I can be.
Last night was rushed. I hurried home, picked up Katie (without changing out of my work clothes), and went to the bank to deposit her checks in my account. I found out that the person who told me she'd have to be there to show her I.D. had lied. So, I'll be able to make my payment to the guy whose car I hit.
Then, we went to the store to get pantyhose, a gift for Dirk, and a postcard. I went home, toyed with the idea of using my new Hello Kitty stationary (bought Sunday night at Tower), then visited Dirk.
Sometimes I'm amazed at how well Dirk pays attention to what I like. He bought me a miniature rose bush. Back in the summer, there was a sale on them at Safeway. I dragged Dirk to the store to get three of them. All three died, because the bushes are very fragile. I don't think I told Dirk that they died. So he got me one, to cheer me up. I love Dirk. Dirk's so cute.
We got a little –ahem– delayed, and we had to rush to get him to work on time. He's off tonight. We can go out and do something.
You have no idea how many superfluous tangents I've already deleted from this entry. Some people are just so pathetic.
Okay, I'm off to work on my novel and a couple other things. I love you guys.