March 18, 1999

Well.

I've spent too much time at work setting up this site that I figured that I better write SOMETHING to justify all this time spent. I don't know dick about web design, so what takes the average computer geek an hour to design has taken me a week.

Yesterday's sunny skies have fled, as expected, and the sky is a threatening gray. My mood has taken a similar turn, although I feel relatively content for the moment. 2 more hours at work, then I get to go home and play guitar, drink coffee and smoke cigarettes, my favorite activities.

I haven't seen Allyssa since the Dance Hall Crashers show a few nights ago. I hardly talked to her yesterday because I went to happy hour for St. Patrick's Day, and then she went out with her crew around the time I was coming home. I would have liked to have seen her, but I wasn't in the mood for the "interesting urban teacher" crowd. I went to bed around 11:00PM, which is early for me. My ex-wife called at 11:30, a bit intoxicated, waking me from my slumber. Then Allyssa clicked in on the call waiting shortly thereafter. She told me that when we had talked earlier, she had cut the conversation short because she sensed that I was sad (not true) and didn't want to bring herself down by talking to me. I was half asleep as she is telling me this, and when she was finished, I indicated that I wanted to get off the phone and go back to sleep. She got a little upset and said she wanted to say when we were getting off the phone. I said "Fine." We then got off the phone. Whatever.

Tomorrow is Friday. Sounds good to me.