Thursday 04 March 2004

MOTHER FUCKER! This monitor thing's getting ridiculous. It's been a week-and-a-half since I last wrote here, quitting that night after the screen burned out on me again. Tracy wasn't at HDC that Sunday night when I was there to pick up that monitor he'd said I could have, and I'm to the point where I can't wait any longer. In addition to a textbook I can't write without a loss of my train of thought, there are three projects for school I can't keep up with, either.

I'd stopped over about 6pm today as well. Tracy was there and said he had the monitor ready for me and to stop by when they close. I had a quiet evening in front of Survivor and CSI, had a late supper and watched Letterman. I made it back at 11:45, fifteen minutes before close... checked my email, and the magic moment arrived... only to hear Tracy say with the bad weather tonight he just wanted to head for home. I'm supposed to go back Saturday night at 11:30 to pick it up then.

I know beggars can't be choosers, and I'm grateful to get the free monitor... if I indeed get it. But this was the third night I was promised it and the third night I went home empty handed. The monitor keeps flipping on and off as I type this moment, and if I don't have it Saturday night I'm going to have to buy one somewhere Sunday. Like I said, I've got lessons to write, projects to complete, and so on. I can't afford to wait any longer, and Tracy risks losing a good customer.

Anyway, I left off talking about thawing my frozen soul and rejoining the human race. The re-communication (good word, Mark!) that started taking place when I started this journal entry has continued. I'm back in touch with Suzanne, and I even talked to Jackie on the phone for two hours last night. That was kind of a surprise.

Mom, Kevin, and nieces Jackie and Gabby came to visit me last Saturday and we had a nice day together. We had lunch with Catherine at her girl scout troop's brat fry, then the five of us went over to Funset Boulevard (an indoor amusement park) for the afternoon. The girls had a great time.

Well, I should call it a night as it's very late, and I want to know where I'm ending before this thing dies on me again.