The sprinklers went off in the hallway sometime last night, due to some malfunction. The offices across the hall were flooded, with two inches of standing water. The carpet at the front of our office got wet. When I came in this morning, they were using high-powered vacuums to suck the water out of the carpet. The floor had a light brown tinge to it, and there were still puddles of water in the hallway.
I’ve decided I desperately need those contacts that make your eyes look like they’re on fire. I just do. To this end, I’m going to start saving up the money, quite apart from the money being saved for a car purchase, to get them. I am convinced that the lack of these contacts is all that is standing between me and coolness.
Dirk told me that Jason feels...abandoned. Apparently, Dirk isn’t spending enough time with him, and Jason’s taking it personally....Dirk wouldn’t tell me exactly what was said. I just barely stopped myself from laughing out loud. This is so ridiculous. This is what happens when people don’t have a girlfriend or a boyfriend.
Dirk spends a lot of time with Jason. More than I like, actually. Dirk sees him at least 2-3 times a week. However, I did allow myself to be guilt-tripped into an evening with Jason. Ugh.
I put my foot down, though. We did not play pool.
Instead, we went to Brother’s and discussed drug addiction vs. drug resonance. The topic of why people use drugs was brought up, and I couldn’t help thinking about C–. The reasons Dirk stated for experimenting with creative pharmaceuticals were the same as the reasons C– does it.
Funny thing, because when I got home, there was an e-mail waiting for me from C–.
Anyway, we dropped Jason off, and I brought Dirk to work. The parking lot in front of 7-11 was packed with police cars. Dirk went inside and found out what had happened. Someone had left/dropped a bag of crack onto the sidewalk in front of the 7-11, and June (Dirk’s co-worker) called the cops. Good thing she did, because they already had a description of two guys going to different stores asking people if they’d seen the crack. They’d finally realized it was missing, and they were trying to retrace their steps. I don’t know how, exactly, these two guys were asking people about it, since it would seem really odd to just walk up to someone and say, “Hey, have you seen some CRACK around here? I seem to have misplaced mine.”
We just won’t discuss how stupid someone has to be to simply drop their bag of crack on a sidewalk somewhere. What, were they just keeping it in their pockets?
Interesting coincidence, though.
I’m going to Richmond tonight, with Jason and Dirk. They were going to make another late-night foray, but they must have seen the look on my face. Yes, I’m getting really resentful. So we planned that I would get off work early today (3:30), and we’d leave for Richmond at 5:00, coming home at 11:00. I don’t know what we’re going to do there. See the sights, I assume. I’ve never actually been to Richmond. I’ve passed by and through it many times, but I’ve never stopped.
Alex is angry, because he just found out I have the 23rd off. I knew he was going to try to take that day off.
As for the e-mail I got from C–, he was telling me that he’d be leaving on Friday for a two-week trip, and asking about a poem I’d sent him once. I felt guilty, because I’d meant to go online to talk to him, but a lot of stuff had gotten in the way. Anyway, I’m trying to remember which poem he was talking about. All he could remember was something about a rusty coil. I’m betting it’s something by T.S. Eliot.
For once, I didn’t dream.