Well thank you Paul. That program kicked some stuff off of my Cybrognator drivatron (I think that's what it's called), so that's great. It's all okay and I can now work . . . for now.

SO, I have a lot to do including the whole cleaning apartment thing. Really people, how important is it for our mentality? And really, who wants to do this for me? It only pertains to folding clothes, which I loathe doing.

I'm really close to getting another tattoo because I have to go in anyway for a touch up. It'll be small, but am I doing the eating because I'm bored thing?

So I have everything to do today and I don't want to start. So I will watch a movie. Anyone feel like getting a drink tonight? No that's bad, but seriously . . . I've had a rough couple of days.

My arms feel like they are going to bust out of my skin because of the ride yesterday. I need drugs, or again, a drink.

Yeah okay, gotta go. Thanks again Paul.

Oh and by the way, speaking of clothes Lilho, I was naked the entire time I wrote this HA-HA! And y'all didn't even know . . . Oh shit the door

I have worms apparently.

thanks paul I'll try that, but everytime I try it, the computer boots me off. I'm fucked.

Paul! there's a virus I think, on my stupid laptop. What do I do?

Oh, okay, more info . . . um, there's a window that pops up closing the LSA Shell (export version). What the hell is that? I click, don't send report and then a minute or two later, the thing shuts down by itself! Would you or anyone know anything about this bullshit!

HELP!

Somehow I got up the gumption to ride to New York on my motorcycle this weekend even though I knew there was an enormous chance that it might rain. Why not? Hell, Cowboys do it. I have raingear, and besides, that shower after getting cold and wet and almost losing your life feels like God himself is washing you. Or maybe even Mary Magdelin. Na, God would do a better job.

So after a very refreshing meal, not thirst quenching so much as - that was just a good time, I went back home, saw the rain cloud looming over Buffalo and ran around like a teenager hiding weed. I dropped the Billy off at the ex's (the friend thing is working, although I know the hammer will fall any day now)and rode away in the rain.

I won't get into details about the weekend other than I made my nephew the coolest kid in school by riding to (because we were late) his first communion/conformation on the bike and parking right in front of the church. He jumped off and it felt good to say, now where, rockstar . . .

I saw my sister start to smoke again because her son's father is a dick, and she was freaked out when I asked her for the cigarette, inhaled, blew the smoke out my nostrils and walked away. I said, yeah Kath, there are some things you might not know about me, as I, you. With that exception, let's keep it that way. You have to understand, being the youngest of three sisters, I was watched growning up. And rightly so, and I love them for it. But now . . .

So anyway, it was fast, and I left this morning praying that the rain would hold off. It did, and I started to make incredible time. I was jamming to "I've Been Waiting for a Girl Like You," to make me believe I was in the middle of an 80's movie (which worked) when I saw the cloud.

I was about an hour and a half away - Dansville - when I thought, no rain gear needed, it's just sprinkling, I'm almost home.

What a horrible, horrible, stupid decision. I'm still cold and have every sweat I could find on right now. And my bike started getting pissed at the end because it too started to shiver (too much water in the carbs or bad gas, I don't know). But of course I made a promise to God that I would give it a look see tomorrow, if it would just get me home.

And here I am. That is of course after a scare with a potential virus. Fucking computer. Well, at least we'll get sick together.

Oh and by the way, Fisher-Price isn't bad. It's not them . . . it's me. It's just that the time was wrong.

I too, should clean my apartment. Um I'll get the beer, and y'all can help. We'll make it a game. Whaddya say?

I'm actually knee deep in DEJA VU, holy shit that was weird. I was here before. Fuck me. Hold on.

Okay it passed. Well look I had a phenominal day which included me talking to the VP of F-P describing Camus' ideas of absurdity, as analagous to a working corporate America. I hope I get some work out of it.

And then I saw my buddy with his girlfriend and lost all hope that indivuality can occur in a relationship. Oh I remember being there. It's great, but it blows. Imagine a healthy relationship? I can't at this point, although me and chapter 19 are hitting it off pretty well.

I shake my head at stupid boys who would rather lose who they are than find out who they might be. Fuck it.

funny journal entry forthcoming.

Anyone else feel like screaming or taking a run or walking down the middle of elmwood? I'm here and I do have a jacket for the winter-like weather.

hey, let me know.

I would really like a goddamn cigarette. Whiskey is no longer working.