Mmm, food. It's nice to eat something that's not bread once in a while. Brian came over to my house shortly after he got off work and stayed until after midnight. I don't really like having people in my house in the first place, so right now I'm feeling as if I am covered in tiny but energetic ants. On a normal day, it doesn't really matter, but on days like this, the 'people'ness of Brian gets to me. I mean that he is more like the 'people' that I am avoiding when I stay home than the rest of my friends. Those 'people' are the socially aggressive, loud-talking, energy-sucking serenity vampires that make being in crowded locations so unpleasant.

Today was the deadline to pay off the bank in Portland that closed my account without asking me, who claim that I owe them money for some reason. I suppose I should have called them and disagreed. Tomorrow morning, I get written up to a credit reporting agency and then the collectors will really start getting up my butt. Idea: I hate U.S. Bank.

I read an article in yesterday's paper about the "Dancing Baby". The baby is included with 3D Studio Max, as a demo. (Also included is an animation of three aliens doing an extended version of the dance.) The article says "Bellevue teen's bald little guy is a hit on the Web". I am annoyed by this. It's not as if it took any particular talent to take the animation of the dancing baby and stick it on a web page. It's HIS dancing baby about as much as "Times New Roman" is MY font. The baby was created by someone at Kinetix software. They put it in the public domain in 1996, with the conditions that they be credited when it was used. So this Bellevue guy puts it on a web page and he gets recognized for it. This is a lesson in how to succeed. "Be good at packaging other people's talent."

Fixed my guitar. Kris bought me the bridge part, but they only had it in black. Oh well. I already have one saddle from a different brand of bridge on there. The black one is more noticable, though. It gives the bridge a sort of "black-toothed grin" look. Arrrr.

I spoke to Le'a on the phone two days ago. She had been in the hospital for some kind of severe illness. She's out now, at home coughing up chunks of respiratory tract and being in pain. So what does she say to me? "I would have sent you something to eat, but I didn't want to get you sick." Being dying to death not withstanding. Am I really that pathetic right now? Yeah, I am. As Ed said today on the phone, "Spearmint gum and oranges??!" It is important that I have a job in a short time. Another place I'll be calling is ... hmm. This may be one instance that I don't want to tell anyone what I'm doing before I do it. Okay, well I'll be calling this place with a good job opening that I don't want anyone snaking out from under me.

The fog just fell in my head. It's definately time to go to sleep. After this, I'll probably be thinking things like "I like Coke." and "My socks have lint on them.", which they do. I walk with a lint. Blarg, faugh, and other such exclamations. Oh wait, I have a good idea. McDonalds should have a burger with big cartoony eyes and cow horns sticking out of it and it should come in a box with the dancing baby on it. And it's called the McBeal. No wait, they already had that, but it was different. The, uh, McDLT. D? Dacon. That was the one where the hot stays hot, blah blah. A masterpiece of wasteful packaging. About every comma or so my brain is going "Yeah, it's definately TIME to GO to BED." Stupid brain.

Oh, in the same paper as the baby thing: The more educated you are, the less sex you have. Really. And something like 45% of the people are having 85% percent of all sex. I thought the idea of there being an "all sex" was pretty amusing. "Hey! They're hogging all the sex!"

Oh yeah, sleep now.