Daydream Believer

Hello All...

So this has been a weird couple of days, and I apologize for not writing yesterday. It's been hard to think about anything but Carrie. I'm goign to call her tonight to see if she wants to get something to eat sometime, or maybe some coffee. I'm a nervous wreck, but you know what? I'm not going to let that stop me for once. So keep all your collective fingers crossed for me.

I haven't been sleeping very well lately, and I have another splitting headache today. Luckily work is still really slow, and will probably continue to be through the holidays (most people don't buy new houses this close to christmas). Yesterday I went over to Erik's, and we played some Halo 2 online. It was really fun. That game is pretty addicting as well, and it was nice to finally take a break from WoW. I've been reading a great book lately. It's called a Prayer for Owen Meaney by John Irving, and for anyone who hasn't heard of it, or read it, it's fantastic. It's probably going to be one of my all time favorites. Its funny and sad at the same time, and I've always like that sort of juxtoposition of emotions. Like the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I love CHarlie Kaufman's movies. Or at least, the two I've seen. Eternal Sunshine, and Adaptation. I thought Nicolas Cage was awesome in that one, even better than he was in the Rock, which is one of my all time favorite action movies. Sometimes you just need to enjoy some thoughtless explotions and film fluff.

So something weird happened this morning. I was leaving my apartment, and the mother of the two kids who kept tormenting me with their insesant knocking was returning with some grocery bags in her arms (I guess she's an early riser!). So I mentioned to her that her boys had been pulling a prank on me, and that I wasn't mad or anything, but it would be nice if they'd stop doing it. She told me that wasn't possible, since her kids were at their grandparent's house all weekend. Hmm.....I wonder who Erik got to do it? I asked him about it, and of course, the jerk denyed everything. Typical. But I thought of a way to get back at him. Yesterday, while we were playing Halo 2, we were snacking on some Corn Chips and Pace Salsa. He went to go to the bathroom, and while he was there, I took a small bowl of Pace and hid it in the corner of his closet. For those of you who don't know, old Pace salsa smells exactly like B.O., so in a couple of days, he'll think his whole room reaks of his own stinky armpits, and since he cleans about once a decade, he won't find it for a long, long time. That'll learn him!

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well, and thanks for your comments!