April 25, 2002
Thursday

Jen (Lee) sent me an email:

"Hello. This is my new email address. What are you doing?"

I wrote back:

"Wallowing in my misery and inability to take even enough action to get a glass of water.

I'm going to cancel my piano lesson tonight because I haven't practiced again. But I don't want to make the phone call.

I want to finish this report-like document for work, but can't seem to do it.

I'm oncall tonight, and I'm starring at the pager just praying that it doesn't go off because I couldn't care less -- except for the idea that it might."

Usually, I wouldn't include email transcriptions in my journal but this really sums up how I was feeling this afternoon. It must have won me some sympathy points because Jen and Jay, invited me over for dinner -- very sweet thing to do, I thought.

It was especially nice because I really don't have any food in the apartment at the moment. "A solid dinner would probably lift my spirits," I thought. And it did. And after dinner, we walked down to the water. And that was nice. And I enjoyed spending time with them. And I hardly ever see them. And so it was nice on that account as well.

I love water.

Aside from their constant fighting, you'd never know they were breaking up. Or broken up, as the story goes. I'm actually hoping that once Jen gets her own place that she has the personal space she needs stay with Jay. He seems like he really wants to make things work. And even though she says that he drives her crazy, I feel that she still likes him quite a bit.

Relationships. Someone tell me how this all works again? Just start at the beginning and explain it to me like I was a ten year old.

The whole evening was a risk because I'm on-call on Thursdays. But I had my pager and laptop, and so instead of driving home, I decided to go to Scream'n Bean. Austin was there and we talked we another geek until they closed. And after, a group people stayed outside and we all yammered for at least and hour.

Finally a group of us went to IHOP for breakfast. It was four or five when we left. At least, it was six when I finally got to bed. I had taken a shower and sent a quick email to the right people at work, "I'm going to need a sick day today/Friday."

It was worth it. I miss talking with people until all hours of the morning! Made some new friends too -- several are going to Atlanta to see Doria Roberts and invited me along for the road trip. Road trip? Me? Pfff! Hell yeah.