Will Fix Computers For Sexual Favors
Thousands of geeks are going “why didn’t I think of that?”
I think this chapter proves without a doubt that just because you’ve read previous versions of this story doesn’t mean you have any idea what the fuck is going to happen in this one.
Oh my god it’s done.
Adding to this week’s “Block o’ Weird”, I just had a dream where I married Samantha. Except Samantha was the princess of some kingdom or another, and it was an arranged marriage. So there you go.
All of this school work is giving me a very strange sort of writers block. I just can’t seem to get anything to come out on paper like I want it.
What a day year so far.
Paralyzing school work? Check
Good friend acting crazy? Check
Semi-random dangerous car repairs? Check
Less money? Check
The triumphant return of grad-school anxiety? Check
Well, the vibration in my front wheel that I thought was a thrown wheel weight turned out to be separating tire tread! After the horror of that revelation set in, I purchased two new tires at Canton Tire and Wheel. Once again they went above and beyond to treat me nicely. They were perfectly willing to let me drive off with the tires without paying, content that I would come back and settle later. I paid then, but just the willingness to trust me had I not had enough money on me (I did drive in thinking it was a much cheaper problem, after all) is quite astounding in the car world. This isn’t the first time they’ve done something like that for me, either.
Progress report: Still a’coming.
Five classes plus work plus longer travel time than ever before really, really fucking suck.
This is just one of those things I can’t resist. Work continues on my third installment in the series for Jux, delayed greatly by stupid school and stupid work, but above you can see the work-in-progress cover for the first collection, which will encompass (I believe, at present) the first six stories. I’m debating having story six availible only in print form at first. I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that step, yet.
I’m likely to change the font on that cover, but that’s the basic design and color scheme I’ve decided on. With luck, I’ll actually bother to put my name on the spine.
The last mission of Advance Wars: Dual Strike is a real cast-iron bitch, let me tell you.
Hung out with Scott and Travis (+ Vivian later) on Friday night, where multiple bottles of wine were consumed and board games played. Also, for the first time since god-knows-when in high school, we played truth or dare. And never-have-I-ever. Fucked up, I tell you.
It was weird without Kenny there, though. Apparently he told Kelley, who also hates me now, that I threatened to have Vivian kick him out if he let Kelley come over. Since I never said any such thing, my continuing confusion and weird detached sadness over the whole deal continues. I’m blocked from speaking to him on AIM, and I doubt anything better would come of me calling him. As I told Travis, this would be a lot easier if I was pissed off at him too, but I’m not, so I just have to sit here and wonder what the hell got into him that made him leave overnight.
Combined with the school schedule from hell that is driving me out of my home, and working in Woodstock now, times are not overly pleasant here in Hefner land, but I’m making the most of it.
