Let the suspense end
Started: Friday, April 30, 2004 21:49
Finished: Friday, April 30, 2004 22:32
I am just a terrible bastard. I've been sitting on these ever since I got Rygel up at the Neighborly Abode several hours ago. I can see the content vultures circling. Those with logins who don't use ghost mode, at least.
As of the the time I started this rambling, all the data except the body of the articles has been set to its real value. Just before I end it, the article bodies will be synced as well.
The above tell only a very small fraction of the thoughts that were competing for airtime in Bitscape's brain during in the very wee hours of the morning of April 30, 2004. Make of it what you will.
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Well, the dinner with my parents didn't happen like I thought it would. For that, I find myself somewhat sad. However, I imagine there will be many more opportunities in the future. And it did allow me to sit here and catch up on a little of the backlog in writing the "Bitscape's Life Documentation Project".
Since my dad hadn't finished setting up his kitchen as soon as he thought he would, he and mom went out to eat at a restaurant. Since I was not visible at either of their apartments at the time when the change in plans was made, they probably figured I was off somewhere else, when in actuality, I was most likely in transit between their residences. (Cause before coming to dad's, I first went back to mom's place for a shower, finally. And to snag the content that I'm still sitting on as of this moment.)
Nobody called anybody, at least from my vantage point. Which is totally ok. I didn't call them because in the immediate present, I was more interested in getting Rygel setup, and typing a rambling than in taking an active role in finding out what was going on. For their part, they probably didn't want to bug me while I was busy doing whatever it is I do. They don't know.
My dad looked at me funny when I said I was going to the office to work with scott the other day. Maybe it would have sounded more credible if I had told him I was going to the "Celestial Cyberhaven" instead.
[/me shakes head on the verge of laughing.]
So my dad gets home and offers to let me cook vege-burgers from the freezer. That's very nice and generous, which is how he has been for many months. What he doesn't understand is that I was looking forward to talking with him and mom both together, as much or moreso than the food itself.
What would I say? That right now, scott's business appears to finally be on the verge of really breaking through into the realm of financial success, which could create an opportunity for me to possibly earn enough to support myself again? They've heard that line before.
I don't know what I'd say. That I've had a fun week? Yeah, that's it. A fun time.
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Regarding my mental condition. Despite the temporary reprieve I was given by The Powers That Be which allowed me, for the duration of the day, to be productive, professional, personable, headache-free, and a standout charmer of the opposite sex (perhaps spending so much time around The scottgalvin.com caused a little of that trademark magic mojo to rub off on me), and all sorts of blissfully trippy mind sensations simultaniously, I cannot push my luck.
My body needs some sleep, even if it's silently not saying anything to me about it right now.
So with that, I'm signing off. Tonight, I will use powerful sedative chemicals if I cannot convince my cells to rest.
Syncing cached content...
Looks like it's all there now.
Now, I just need to drive back to my bed. Then I can officially let myself burn out.
P.S. I can see I'm really slipping. I had to edit and reload the simple html for that list of links 3 times before I got something that showed me what I wanted. All used up, I shall now crash. Now. and... 3.... 2..... 1.....
What am I still doing here? This is a pathology? What the FAIA$^$^!YPYI
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