dracomicron

I haven't slept much the past few nights. If I seem testy, it's because I keep waking up every couple hours during the night from bad nightmares. I don't know what's up. New apartment, I guess, maybe?

Things seem kinda bittersweet lately. I got to start my new gaming thing, but Nathan didn't show up, didn't inform me in advance, and hasn't responded to calls or e-mails.

I had a good time at Ground Zero Saturday night, but the one person that gave me their number hasn't called back. Granted, it was the couple that wanted me to marry the foreign sister, but they seemed like cool people regardless. Sadly I'm too ethical to get involved with any green card schemes anyway... perhaps they could tell. The gal told me that I'd be sexy if I dropped 40 pounds. No shit. I'm working on it every fucking day. I can feel my ribs for the first time in years. Of course, soon it will be winter and I won't be able to bike; I'll gain weight again. Shit.

Not that I'm really trying to date yet, but I'm starting to feel it again for the first time. That idea that maybe it wouldn't be as big a disaster as it always is. Getting a brief and uninformative e-mail from my (good) ex didn't help. Speaking of exes, I just saw Vicky Christina Barcelona, and it was really much better than I expect out of Woody Allen. I would trade my crazy ex for Penelope Cruz in a fucking heartbeat, pistol and all. Still, I'm not as attractive as Scarlett Johanssen; I don't get into romantic misadventures.

I'm not even getting much satisfaction out of politics, and that'd been what was driving me the first several months of the year. I haven't made it to any Obama meetings lately, and when I see him being awesome it barely registers. It's like staring at the sun... sooner or later you go blind and can't appreciate it anymore.

Don't mind me, I'm being a fucking stick in the mud. I'll work on it.