Blink

I'm feeling withdrawn right now. We're (Randy, Nathan, Mark) at Randy & Frederic's right now. Nathan is on the main computer and I'm typing on Frederic's laptop. Randy, Randy & Mark are out on the balcony; the conversation as I heard it trail off was, "Are you a top or a bottom."

I don't want to be here. I want to be back at Gary's playing Star Trek: Armada on the internet. That, or I want to be playing Super Smash Brothers here. I'm not in the mood to be drunk, buzzerd, or light headed from the wine that others are drinking. My water is fine. But I'm definitely not in the same mindset as the others. Deep breath......release.

I wake up in the morning to be part of the work force again: my temp job. The people I'm temping for are so far behind in technology it reminds me of working for David Weldon. I'm basically sitting in this small office to take direction from people that have a very small total understanding of how to organize information into a usable database. I'm not supposed to be thinking. That's right....no thinking. Just be free from thought and do.

I think for the first time I've hit my moment where I want to be alone tonight and find that I'm in a relationship and have to explain myself. Communicate.