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Well.. yesterday’s wish nearly came true… Chinese food and the first three disks of Buffy Season 2 down. Trading Spaces were reruns, it seemed, so I stuck to Buffy.

Today, I’m not sure if I’m ready to tackle the “crowd” outdoors, or the traffic, so I just ordered pizza. I’ll probably head downstairs to veg in front of the TV again.

It’s weird feeling good on some fronts and crappy on others. I may have worked out what I’m going to do about my job, but I’m still sort of stumped about my personal life. I can’t just say I make things bad for myself, but I sort of do… ignorance might be bliss, but when you’re as compulsive about things as I am, there isn’t a whole lot of ignorance going on. Then you have to try to create bliss in spite of what you know.

I wish there was a movie worth a damn that I wanted to go see. Already saw Bond and Solaris. And Harry Potter.. and 8 mile twice… JT thinks Extreme Ops looks gay, so we won’t be going to that. Half Past Dead.. let’s see.. is that the elderly Steven Segal? Yeah.. NOT going. Jackass.. no. Wes Craven’s They… aka the new nightmare on elm street. I dunno. Maybe that. I might even see Friday After Next IF the last one hadn’t sucked so much ass. Liked the first one.

Gah. Maybe I can convince JT to rent some PS2 games for the day or something.