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Ahhh, the nectar of the gods, that stuff is. Co-worker and I made the pilgrimage to Starbucks this morning for this tasty treat. He had a small the night before and had to have a large one today. I’m glad I went along.

Still no progress on my costume. Can’t even get it narrowed down.

Back to work…

Just got a call from my room-mate – and my head is spinning. Pretty much equal parts of relief and worry.

He apologized, said he really hated what was happening between us and that he missed his friend. That he didn’t want things to end like this between us. We talked about some of the good times and how he just wanted to hang out.

All good and all cool. Except…

I’ve known him for a long time and I know how sincere he can sound. A part is wondering if I’m being set up again. That there’s going to be something totally f’ed up headed my way and I’m being softened up. Wouldn’t be the first time.

So, I’m going to go into this with as clean a slate as possible. And still ready to totally lose it on a grand scale if the situation calls for it. I think I was meant to overhear a conversation last night about how there was a problem with his loan.

When did things get so complicated? And when did I get so cynical?

A few nights ago, I dreamed that me and my team of crack researchers had discovered a sub-atomic particle that was the ultimate catalyst. Can’t remember what we decided to call it, but in normal quantities, it was the “thing” that allowed change. Without it, everything would stay the same. No chemical reactions, no biological processes, no growth…nothing.

In concentration, it became a destroyer. Acting like a super anti-matter, this substance could distant anything. With no release of energy and nothing left over. My team was trying to figure out what to do with this when I woke up.

In other news… went to home depot last night to try and get costume ideas – not much luck. I could end up as a giant robot like Gort or something, but I’m pretty sure it would be lame.

Wandered up and down every aisle last night, realizing that my muse had left me. I pictured her, hiding under a table, maybe crying a little. She’s come out a few times to look at the sword I’ve been working on (two coats of sealant last night), but she hasn’t had any comment. I may have to sit her down and have a good long talk with her – explain that I’m not mad at her and I’m sorry if she took it that way. Hope that works, ’cause without my muse I’m hurting for a costume.

Note to the idiots out there – I’m speaking metaphorically. I do not have a female art student locked in my house, hiding under my table. Sheesh, you people are clueless. Go read a book or something.

Back to work…

I got home yesterday to find that the voter registration card that I thought I had filled out in May wasn’t complete. A group of people had gone door-to-door getting people registered and taking a poll. I gave them my info and they filled some stuff out, even starting over at one point since they wrote something down wrong. They finished up and left and I figured that was the end of it. Two days later someone from the same group came by to sign me up and I told them that someone from their group had already been by.

Seemed pretty through to me.

So, I was pretty surprised when I see the voter registration card with a note saying I needed to sign it, date it, and turn it in by 9:00 that night. I hopped back in my car and headed over the the Board of Elections. Took about 12 minutes to get there, 30 seconds to stand in line, and about a minute to get things checked over and sign the dang thing. Then another 12 minutes to get home.

I’m diasppointed that the door-to-door people dropped the ball – but at least they noticed the mistake before it was too late. And I have to give some props to the BoE – they were really friendly and on the ball.

So, I’m officially registred to vote and ready to do my part for the country.

Along those same lines – I also set up the on-line voting for the student government elections today. Went off without a hitch, even with last minute changes. Florida, call me. I’ve got this whole voting thing figured out.

Well, back to work.

I’ve never been so behind on my Halloween constume before. I haven’t even decided on what I’ll be. Most of this has been because of the room-mate stress – it’s put me in a really bad mood and pretty much destroyed my creativity and sense of fun. There was more stuff that happened along those lines this past weekend, but I really don’t want to dwell on it.

So, I’m down to a non-scary sky (heavy on the blue make-up) or a slightly scary swamp thing. The swamp-thing will be more work, but I sort of feel like hiding in something, rather than trying to stand out.

With the clock ticking, I think it’s time to take a trip to home depot and Michaels craft store to get some ideas.

Back to work…

I got a really nice thank you email this morning from one of my users. Those are somewhat rare around here, it was cool to recognized, even though I didn’t really do much.

In room-mate news (which, I’m sure, Faithful reader, you’re getting just as sick of as I am), I had a pleasant conversation with he and his girlfriend last night. Mostly talking about how the dogs were disappointed with me that I fried up some spam and didn’t give them any. She was a little puzzled that I didn’t, but I said I didn’t want to know what it would do to them. Lulu is already a total gas machine and her farts have driven me out of the house before.

That was about it. Another White Elephant. A huge thing right smack dab in the middle of the room that was don’t talk about. He wants out. I want him out. We don’t talk about, instead we talk about the dogs.

Sheesh.

Should be another busy day – waiting to hear back from some users about stuff that has to launch Tuesday morning. And I really don’t want to be here late on Monday to get all the last minute stuff done. It shouldn’t be last minute – none is real complicated, they just haven’t gotten the info to me.

Oh, in the news of the weird. I went over to a department yesterday to do some training. They were like “Okay, let’s go back to so and so’s office – you’re not allergic to dogs, are you?”

I said I wasn’t.

“Good, cause we’re puppy sitting today”

Sure enough, they had three puppies in a laundry basket sleeping. And one puppy sitting in one of my student’s laps. The puppy kept whining every so often. It was really odd. Like a juggling clown in the middle of the NY stock exchange. Something really out of place, you know. Though, some would say everyone in the NY stock exchange are juggling clowns, I’m talking about a clown in full makeup and costume.

We got through it, then I had to hold the puppy while my student logged in to test out the account.

Weird.

Okay, enough of that. Back to work…

I went to Eat N Park (which really should be called Park N Eat, but no one checked with me first) last evening for dinner and had the Baked Scrod. And when they say “careful, the plate is hot” they aren’t kidding.

Incidentally, I really need to find one of those tip calculator cards. I’m tired of doing the math – hey, I’m supposed to be enjoying myself.

Lots to do here today at work, best get back to the mindless tedium.

later…

This whole thing with my room-mate has just made me sick – and way stressed out. At the urging of friends and family, I confronted him last night – since he’s got 2 days left from the timeframe I gave him and he hasn’t made any visible moves to even pack.

So, he tells me that his loan should be coming through any day now and this Friday he’s going to pay his rent for this month and next – and use part of his home loan to pay the back rent he owes me.

Which is a nice gesture that I’ll believe when I see. And I think on how much stress could have been avoided if he’d told me this at the beginning of the month – when I was paying the rent and expecting to get screwed as he freeloaded off me. Or rather, he and his girlfriend and her two dogs freeloaded off of me. Well, not the dogs since they don’t have any money. If they did, I’d want them first to replace the book, comic book, and dvd that they’ve eaten.

And it’s only a little about the money. It’s mostly about respect. I’m not important enough to be kept in the loop and I’m the one that gets put on the back burner (or just taken off the stove) if something else comes up.

A more cynical person would say that he didn’t intend to pay me anything on his way out and only came up with this cause I said something. I’m beginning to become that cynical person, and I’m not liking it.

So, if he comes through with the rent check on Friday, then he’s got two more weeks. He told me he doesn’t want to be there any more than I want him to be there. He admitted it was his fault – but in a way that suggested that it was really my fault for forcing the issue.

I guess this adds up to a partial win for me. He’s going to pay me what he owes me – technically, more than what he owes but I’ll need the money for cleaning anyway – but he’s also got an extended timeline. Great – two more weeks of stress. The alternative is to be an ass and force him out.

A landlord wouldn’t have given him extra time. A landlord wouldn’t have let him slide on the rent for a full month – paying when it was convenient for him, or not at all.

Could I have let even this slide? Yeah. I could have ignored everything that had gone wrong and not confronted him at all. Would it have saved the friendship? No, I don’t think so. I had built up a lot of resentment and distrust – I wouldn’t have lasted much longer anyway.

I just want to go to park and sit and read all day. Home isn’t a refuge and work isn’t any less stressful.

I think this ranks right up there with one of the most depressing blogs I’ve ever read and by far the most depressing that I’ve ever written.

Sorry, faithful reader, that’s about all I’ve got.

Back to work…

I made major updates to my site – mostly design stuff, but some new content as well. A couple of pages, a few photos. I’m pleased with the result, so it’ll stay like this for a while.

Worked on my sword last night for about an hour and a half. Good progress, now I just need to work on the edge. I think sandpaper is the way to go – slower than the chisel, but more precise.

I should be ready to stain it in a couple of days.

Still nothing from my room-mate. He’s going to force me to be an asshole. I’m not very good at that and I resent that it’s come to that. Grumble, grumble.

In the news of the weird – Lulu, the boxer with gas issues – cut loose with a fart last night that sounded like something out of Super Mario Brothers. I have expected to see a gigantic mushroom float out of her butt and glide along the ground.

Back to work…

Talked to my sister last night – she said she nominated a co-worker for a “soar” award. I like to make up words to fill in acronyms, but since she works with a hospital, my first thought was the word spelled like the injury – sore. So, it became – “Stupid or Really Excellent” award – for being really really good or really really bad.

We got a good laugh about it.

We also figured out what to get Mom for her birthday – she’s nearly as tough to shop for as Dad.

My room-mate still hasn’t made any significant moves to leave – and he’s down to the wire. Makes no freakin sense to me, but I guess it just illustrates how different we are.

I just wish it was over – tired of the shadow over things. And I’m tired of the dogs eating my stuff.

Back to work…