Got a good night's sleep last night, slept until about 10:30. Damn, that three nights in a row! When I got up, I smelled the most wonderful smell in the world... french toast! It was wonderful, I don't indulge often, but my BS was only 99 this morning, so I needed some sugar sugar sugar!

Then I got a call from the hospital about 13:00, we needed to do a drainage procedure, could I come in? Well, sure I could, I have no life, after all. After I got there, I called the nurse in, forgetting that I was wearing the same clothes that I wore to her party last night, heh. Well, I *had* changed my underwear.

Got the procedure done and I was back home at 16:00, ready to watch the game.

I'm sorry that my moods involves football games, that's sad and pathetic. But I can't help it, it's a genetic disease, or something.

On the other hand (you might notice that I avoid OTOH)(no, I don't know why...) I'm not really sure what cues any of my moods.

And yes, I am a moody guy.

I work really hard to stay away from bad moods, but I've found that if I do that for too long, I get into a bad mood that lasts *way* too long. So I kinda let the bad moods take over occasionally, just to keep on an even keel here.

I don't really let much of my real self show through on these pages, if the truth would be known. I'm much more complicated than I reveal, and also much, much darker.

I like to feel that I am realistic.

But I would have to be a much better author to represent myself fairly, and you know? I'm not really interested in, and maybe not capable of even, doing that.

Yeah, everything that I write is true to what I feel, but what I don't write is also true to what I feel.

What I don't write, unless you're good at reading between the lines, is the constant, almost overwhelming rage that I feel because the world is the way that it is, and that even if I would try with all of my heart and all of my will, I couldn't change a thing. Not with what I could write, not with what I feel, not with what I do.

Yeah, a real bummer.

Since I can't change the world, the best that I can do is change the way that I think about it. And this journal is a large part of that, I can be PollyAnna here, and I feel good about that.

Well, yeah, it's really PollyAnna unless you really know where I'm coming from, yes it is.

I hate hanging around with people who are down, attitude-wise, and I refuse to be that.

Humor, in it's many forms, is a pretty good cure. Black humor especially.

Wh, had to reboot every damned machine, network and mousie and everything else was fouling up. Workin' now, though.

Really nice weather here the last coupla days, highs in the 50's.

Dawn from Florida, a friend and former coworker, called me tonight and we had a nice visit. She's adjusting well, and so are her husband and their dogs. It was very, very good to hear from her. She's been down there maybe three months, about an hour south of Orlando, and I hope to go visit her sometime soon.

Speaking of stuff like that, Karen and I are kinda planning a trip to San Antonio to see her cousin, and then on to see JD and Tyler and Annette. Or rather, Tyler and JD and Annette. Tyler and Ginger and JD an Annette, I think that I got them right that time.

Right now, JD and Annette are enjoying Paris, or something along the way, or something. And Tyler? Never hear a word from him, never. He's really close to being off my xmas list, he is.

Well, not really. I still love him a bunch, of course. But I would like to hear from him occasionally, I really would. Hint, hint.

So, I'm gonna try for four good nights in a row, how about that? Lacee is staying over, however, but that's OK, if she wakes me up I'll just have to kill her and explain things to her mother in the morning, heh.

I just had to put that "heh" in there so that you would know that it was a joke. I don't know you people all that well, after all, and somebody might think that I was serious and call 911 and then I would be in trouble.