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Nate and I had a smallish party. Nate is my roommate (a word which doesn’t seem to apply, because we have a two-bedroom appartment). Now we have lots of leftover junkfood, because we both ingeniously bought quite enough for everyone who was going to be there.

Now, a story:

Once, there were two guys living in a small appartment. If the guys hadn’t known each other since kindergarden, and already worked out all the differences they may have once had–including one fall the stealing of one’s girlfriend and the subsequent three months of silence that followed–they would perhaps be at each other’s throats with switchblades and flamethrowers. Fortunately, such is not the case, and these two guys get along great. Thus, there is no reason for this story. The End.

If Nate and I ever live appart from one another, we’re going to have a hell of a time sorting out who owns which DVDs and/or Playstation games.

I dedicate this late-night post to Nate. He’s my roommate. A great guy. He plays Comedy Sportz.

Now, the meaning of life.

I just can’t seem to get started today. Everything feels like too much work. I was spoiled those days I spent at home last week, sick like child-pornography, and now I don’t want to do anything. Ever again.

OMG. I’m “working” from home today, and I just now felt compelled to try the salt licorice that Yami sent me from Denmark … (It’s been sitting on my desk while I was basically too sick to really taste it.) Let me repeat. OMG. I can’t decide whether I like it or not, but I think it’s akin to sourpatchkids, only without being sweet.

OK, there is a little sweet, but it’s FAR more salty, and then underneath somewhere there’s this hint of licorice flavor.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m a HUGE fan of black licorice. I love good licorice. But this is just wrong.

Woah. Crazy.

I find myself obsessively compelled to watch a friend of mine at work because she has a webcam. This isn’t even someone I talk to regularly, or see on any kind of regular basis. In fact, usually our social interactions will be months at a time between chance encounters that go something like this: “Hey, good to see you!” “yeah, what’ve you been up to?” “not terribly much, and you?” “More of the same. Good to see you though” “Yeah, you too.” Not even the sometimes obligatory “we should hang out sometime!” or “we really must do this more often”.

But my watching her has sparked more than one day where we exchanged emails all day… maybe it helps that she’s single and attractive, but it’s a really odd thing to just watch her at various times throughout the day.

morning is a shadow on a fly’s back. I’m sick of mornings… can’t we just be rid of them entirely? Maybe it’s sleeping through them that I’m sick of. It seems like I never get enough sleep…

Today I woke up just before I should be at work. So I elected to work from home today. (Milk it while I can.)

I’ve discovered a new way to think about my job. It’s all just free money from here on in. I don’t really feel like they need me where I work, so anything they pay me is (for as long as they keep paying me) pretty much like winning the lotery. Every day I’m winning at least a hundred bucks! It’s crazy money, handed down from above!

Well, I think it’s time to get to the miniscule amount of actual work I have to do before I slack off for the rest of the day…

Last night continued the trend of dreaming about living in a video game. I think I was running around beating up people as if Dynasty Warriors were real. I was a “stalwart hero”, and remember just slaughtering hundreds upon hundreds of warriors.

It’s a rather disturbing way to wake up, actually.

At the bus stop, I saw an old friend in his car, and he waved me in. I haven’t seen him for at least six months, but we were close for awhile. I blame his grad-school, and the fact that he’s got a new girlfriend–doubtless leaving him less time for old friends. He was driving home (blocks away) but drove me to work instead, while I told him about various happenings and events in my life. I felt rather distracted talking to him, and wasn’t able to think very clearly or quickly (as is often the case in the morning). I was conscious of how little he would say about himself, and his own life. Is he happy? who knows.

Then, upon checking my email, I discovered I had an email from another good friend I haven’t heard from in quite awhile. (not quite six months, but almost!) Peter is quite the world traveler, and is vacationing in Australia (his home turf). His home is in the netherlands. Last year we met in Las Vegas, (for quite the memorable trip), and it’s always good to hear from him, even if it was just a short email…

Work is fairly boring today, and I’ve been surfing blogs again. I’ve added quite the list to my bookmarks.

well, the weekend swung by while nobody was looking. I watched a movie or two, and played more video games. I took an adventurous journey to pick up my sister on friday, and on saturday I went to uncle hugo’s–a science fiction bookstore… one of the last independent sci-fi bookstores. Sunday was uneventful.

Now, even though I’m not exactly feeling 100%, I find myself without excuses, and I’ll be returning to work again today to face the near-zero workload that will be waiting for me.

I’m midway through A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, which is thoroughly great and wonderful. I knew this going into it, but I had forgotten or something when I mentioned it here, but it’s by the guy who edits McSweeney’s, which is also quite wonderful.

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend today. I’m taking sudafed (with pseudoephedrine) for my virus or whatever it is. The box says I can take it safely every four hours. Today, like clockwork, I start to feel like absolute shit about every 3 and a half hours. What gives? Did I get the batch they skimped on, or is my body just eating the shit up? Or are the viruses (plural of virus? viri?) just stronger than anticipated by ye-ol-pharmaceutical company?

any way you look at it I’m getting the short end of the stick.

Big news today: I bought a humidifier. It glows in the dark!

The doctor said I have an “upper respiratory viral infection.” and that he can do nothing for me. I’m suppose to drink lots of fluids.

I’m finding more faults with Mozilla. There are weird form posting problems. Simmilar problems to the ones IE has on OSX, actually (and this is Mozilla for Win98)

I can’t think about anything for very long. I’ve been playing lots of Final Fantasy X and Dynasty Warrriors 3. Also, today I bought Tony Hawk 3, for only $25 at blockbuster (previously viewed). I was pretty excited about that. Well, as excited as I can be when it hurts to just exist.

OK, enough self-pitty.

wow. I hadn’t thought it was possible to write such drivel! I have soared to another literary plane with that jumbled account of nothingness. I’ll blame the fever. I’ve been terribly terribly sick these last three days or so (isn’t everyone). I haven’t puked yet, but I’ve done the whole standing in the bathroom looking at the toilet like its filth-ridden bowl might suddenly be your best friend thing. I hate that. But it hasn’t really been a “puking sort” of flu. It’s more sinus related, I think. I may or may not have an infection. I’m going to try and squeeze myself into some clinic tomorrow when I wake up.

Just about all I’ve done the last two days is play video games, read this (so far) awesome book, and occasionally check my email. Occasionally is one of those words I seem to always misspell. I never know wheether there are two ‘c’s, or two ‘s’s. Speaking of misspellings, I thought for a second there that I was misspelling “misspell” because it just looks wrong to me for some reason with those two ‘s’es in there. so I looked it up, and it seems webster’s has both spellings. Of course, mispell (one s) is just a refference to misspell with two. Fascinating.

ok, I’m going to try and sleep now. It’s been almost pointless these last two days, but maybe I’ll be able to get a few good hours in…