I sat down at my computer tonight with nothing to say. Although that’s not altogether strange for me, continuing to have nothing to say even with my fingers on the keyboard is.

Hmmm…

So, what’s weighing on my mind? Well, I’m supposed to get together with Max’s girlfriend tomorrow for dinner, but she never called. Of course, I never called her either. And she sounded really strange when I talked to her Monday night. Those are the seeds of a guilty conscience, I think. Should I call her? Or just let it go?

Work was incredibly monotonous today. It’s hard to drum up a lot of enthusiasm for processing 1,000 letters of authorization (l.o.a.’s in the biz) to transfer large sums of money back and forth, back and forth. Ho hum.

I have been receiving the funniest e-mails lately from people who are baffled that I journal online. They always ask me, “why?” And that makes me laugh, because that’s what I asked Scott when I first saw his. And now look at me.

Listened to Max’s music this morning, for the first time in a while. It’s smoother than Great Big Everything, more melodic and electronic. But there are parts of it I would change if I could. So I had the audacity to leave The Vampire Himself a message on his voicemail while he was asleep today suggesting we listen to it together sometime so he can get my “input.” I thought that was rather funny. What the hell do I know?

I was in hyper-bitch mode this evening. All because my jeans are just tight enough to irritate me and just loose enough to make my ass look nasty. It’s a whole “gym” thing. I need to get there. Really. So basically, I was pissed off all night and hated everything. Everyone was on my nerves. I finally ran Tiffany out of the house, and Justin wanted to go to bed early. Personally, I can’t blame him. But I feel much better now that I’m in sweats.

[Aside: I was titling (that word looks very misspelled) this entry just now, and pronounced “drama” with a long “a” sound when I reread it - and it reminded me of that scene in Ransom - you know, with Mel Gibson - where one of the kidnappers says something about “not wantin’ no drama” - pronounced with the long “a”. Then he goes on, with a long drawl… “drama… drambuie… dramamine…” - Okay, never mind. It was funnier in my head.]

To market, to market, to sell CDs… I have bunches of CDs and books to sell on E-bay, but I can’t get in tonight. They are doing “maintenance” (code for we’re down). So I did all the scans and I’m biding my time.

Biding, biding. A bit of surfing…

Ooh, good news from maura.com - she’s going to put bittersweets back up sometime soon. Heard lots about it and want to read it. And hell, I have enough stories to contribute a chapter. Har. Nothing else very exciting in the journal selection tonight. Maura’s I hadn’t seen in a while, and visiting her site is worth the price of admission because she RAWKS. Jen is quiet because of her recent move, but the socks she sent me from Down Under also RAWK. Scott only updates like twice a week - boring! Lisa seems to be having a smoother go of it lately - just in time for the new year. I’m glad, too, because she deserves it.

Hey, wanna see a picture of Max’s loft? Check out Javier’s site. The main picture was taken there. Hmmm… Wanna see Great Big Everything? Sure you do. What the hell, while you’re at it, visit Dave Grohl. Tell him I said hello. And that I want to bear his children.

Okay, I’m especially bored now. And E-bay remains down. Rats.

I’m not really in the mood for brooding introspection tonight. There’s just so much I can stand before I go crazy in there. So I am now…

Ready for bed,

mich