We're on the road to nowhere....

The Weaning Process

So I've checked my mail, I've checked livejournal, which is now the equivalent of email, to me, except either more or less personal, dependant upon who is writing in their journals and what frame of mind they're in, and I'm at that stage in the routine at which I would normally sign on to AOL and plop myself down in that infernal chat room where nothing happens. The desire to do this thing isn't great, but I've done the routine so many times over the course of the last several years that it's almost a blasphemy not to do it. I'm not sure if this will be a hard habit to break or not...


I get the distinct feeling mom doesn't like it when I have fun. I went out with good friends last night, had plenty of fun, laughed a lot, came home early in the morning, and woke up late. When I woke up, mom assaulted me with work to do, before I could even get a proper drink inside of me, and her mood was rotten as well. I did what she asked, because she's a good lady and she needs a helping hand, and I have a guilty conscience about never lending one to her, but for christ's sake, there's a time and a place. When a boy first wakes up is not it. Give him time to recover. First chance I had I got away from her, grabbed a Mt. Dew from the fridge, and retreated to the bedroom... started doing the internet crap. I'll help her after the headache's subsided enough so I can walk down stairs without feeling like I'm going to trip over my feet.

About last night.... I'm not gonna say much about it. In fact, I think I'll only say one thing about it. Mah buddy Aaron is a damn genius.

I have work to do. And I've still gotta figure out this ftp crap, so I'm going to end this.

Hey. Look. Half of 500. Only 416 to go!