Friday 12 March 2004

Just shy of 1am late Friday/early Saturday as I begin writing tonight. Cathy is fast asleep on my bed behind me, and soon I'll be crashing on the living room floor. It was a very nice day today, capping a very busy week.

I did end up getting the new monitor Saturday night, and I've been able to get back to work at home. I was able to write new lessons in my textbook over the week and I'm now to the point where I'm finally ahead again, rather than scrambling the night before school to prepare. Even so, I spent a number of late nights this week and I just feel exhausted.

I spent close to a hundred dollars this week that might seem frivolous... we'll see how it turns out. I had posted a new personal at Cupid Junction, hiding from the ladies with whom I'd dropped out of touch from Match.com and Yahoo! Personals. I dropped a handful of free I'm interested posts there, and a woman named Karen sent one back.

I've been lonely long enough, I thought, and popped $60 on a three-month membership so I could email her. She responded Monday and gave me her phone number... the first woman to do so on a first email. It wasn't until 11:30pm until I read it at HDC, so I wrote back instead. When Karen responded on Tuesday, she gave me her number a second time. I took that as a hint.

On Wednesday, I laid out another $35 on another curiosity. I visited the psychic in whose shop I often buy candles and incense.

I know, you're probably thinking it was a waste. This was the third time I've been with a psychic in the last five years. The first was in Appleton as I expressed the desire to know whether Yvonne was going to lean toward Ron or me. It turned out his predictions were right on the money... that she would try to keep it secret from me for at least a year, and that secret would test my strength. The second time was with Yvonne... for her 38th birthday while she was visiting me for a month, she wanted as a birthday present to read for me. She became very worried about our engagement as she read, seeing in my future more and more strife, but that I would have a final feeling of triumph of overcoming all the difficulties. A year later she said after we would part ways that I would become involved with a "Barbie doll" and someone from the Internet. In early 2002 there was Jackie in Platteville and over the summer Kari... either of whom cute enough to have been Barbies. *shrug* Who knows? No one from the Internet yet, though.