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Apparently people come to read this journal from time to time and think I'm cool. Man have I pulled the wool over their eyes.

Yesterday didn't start off so well. I woke up screaming at about five in the morning. My right calf had decided to cramp for some reason. Now probably none of you have seen my calves, but suffice it to say that they're big even for my size. When one does that horrible lock-up cramp, there's not much I can do other than clench my teeth and ease the muscle down. The net result was that I tore the muscle a little and have been walking with a gangsta lean ever since.

I gave up trying to sleep and trundled through my morning routine. I finally shaved my Grizzly Adams beard and left the start of what will be a good set of sideburns. Then I did breakfast while watching Following. By the time people started popping up in chat to beautify my morning, I was watching Hong Kong action movies and eating my fresh fruit lunch. MisterSatan tried to help me get over my writer's block, but nothing will come. It makes me so sad that I can't write any better than I am right now.

Something I ate didn't agree with me, and I ended up spending a good portion of the afternoon and early evening splitting time between the computer, passing out, and running to the bathroom.

However, when time came, I loaded myself up for Boys Night Out. I got to the Juju first and some weirdo hippy adopted me. I wasn't too happy with that, but when MrDeity and I wouldn't go smoke pot with him, he left. Vikprez showed up late and cashless--although he did apparently have $18 in quarters in his car that he was willing to trade for me buying him beers.

Things were lulling when our table was invaded by a beachhead from a single girls' night out. She started chatting with us, and after a few moments, it became apparent to me and Vikprez that she liked MrDeity. He was oblivious, so when we made the switch to Linda's I made sure to point her apparent interest out to him. The girl and her friends didn't come with us directly, and there was some worry that she wouldn't follow.

At the next bar, we all sat out on the back patio and drank cheap beer. After a few minutes, the single girls caught up with us. MrDeity and our new friend seemed to be hitting it off. A kind of cutely nerdy-looking girl sat down beside me, and we started playing my favorite game: making fun of everyone else. She was really good at it. She assured me that she wasn't hitting on me, but it was hard to not notice that she was sitting tight to me and only conversing with me.

We made a table switch to a table better situated by the heaters, and I was aced out of a chair. This made me irrationally angry, so I just bailed. I wasn't really necessary any longer, anyway.

I stopped at Dick's for a late bite. After I got my food, I said, "Thanks, yo," to the kid behind the counter. Some yuppie bastards behind me started snickering and saying "yo" under their breath. I turned slowly and quietly asked them to repeat what they'd said since they hadn't been speaking loud enough for me to hear clearly. Automatically, all but one looked at their shoes. The smallest and cockiest one kept my eye, but he started getting all fidgety. No one said a word. I said, "That's what I thought," shook my head, and walked away. I wish if people were determined to be jackasses they'd at least have the balls to follow through.

I got home late, took care of some email, chatted a bit, and hit the sack about three. My sleep was troubled at best. I kept having dreams about huge, decrepit houses with TVs in every room showing scenes from my life. I also dreamt of people trying to capture me and me killing and conning my way to freedom. I hate those dreams.

Today, who knows? I'm hoping for quiet with a slight chance of sexy.