Moving out is so grand. Our gas, cable, and telephone have officially been turned off, and sometime tonight or tomorrow the same will go for the electricity. So the only way to reach me at this point is via cell phone. If you need to get a hold of me, you should already have this number. If you don't have it, well, then you probably don't need to reach me that badly. Or track down someone else who has it. That's all for now. I have work to do before returning home to pack more boxes and sweep more floors.
Saturday, May 31, 2003
Friday, May 30, 2003
So I did my livejournal circuit and figured it's time for a (brief) update. For those who care, I'll be in Cleveland until next Thursday or Friday, at which point I will be back in WV (hooray!). Hopefully, I'll be back in Cleveland sometime this summer, at an as-yet-to-be determined date. Anyone located on a potential geographic loop (ok, so it's not a loop at all, you can all choose a better descriptive term yourselves) from Charleston to Pittsburgh to Long Island to NYC to Cleveland to Chicago, with potential additional stops in Boston and Buffalo and Columbus should let me know and put in a request to host me (I know you all want to ;-) ) . In other news, spent the evening listening to Mike Jantz (friend of Carrie's) perform at the Barking Spider and scored a free t-shirt. Woo-hoo! Such a cool fan-girl am I. Now time to watch "Max," a movie about Hitler, starring John Cusack. G'night all.
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
So Mark left yesterday. His empty room with its cave-like echo was too much, so Carrie and I closed the door. I always comfort myself when I have to say goodbye to someone with the thought that I know I'll go visit them. I've gotten used to long-distance friendships, I know I'm the sort to track down friends and drive somewhere to see them. Not to mention e-mail and aim making people feel like they're closer than they really are. So I was thinking about all those things as I walked back into the house yesterday afternoon. But then part of my brain ruthlessly pointed out that visiting mark can never be the same as living with him, and that's something that I will (probably) never do again. I immediately regretted sitting silently over lunch with him, and every other missed opportunity to talk to him more or spend more time with him. Which is incredibly lame, I know. I hate that I fall into that trap of "I'm going to make more time for my friends" when something happens or someone moves away. le sigh.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
Wow. One of these days I will learn not to operate my cell phone while drunk. It's like car keys - just another thing that should be taken away from people after their third or fourth drink. Ah well. At least I can always call Jennings and know he'll be sympathetic to my incoherent ramblings. I just can't believe what a mess I was last night. Kind of made me feel old. I remember saying that I was going to parties tonight and tomorrow night, so last night I was just going to have a casual drink with friends. Sheesh. I sound like an alcoholic. I must have been pretty functional when I came home, because this morning I keep discovering things that I did - like typing a coherent away message, changing into pajamas, and setting my alarm. But I don't really remember doing any of those things. Probably not a good sign.