The word “Bleargh” sums up how I felt upon getting back to the TWP yesterday. I had dropped off my proof that I no longer owed money to MSU. I had picked up my new address (which will be going out to you peoples soon enough), move-in date (November 26th), and move-in cost amount. That put me on cloud nine.

And then traffic. I-94. I-275. I-696. TRAFFIC TRAFFIC TRAFFIC. This gave me quite a headache. So, I came home and scrounged for dinner. I found quite a few nummy things and snacked on peanuts. More on the peanuts later.

I put laundry in, and plopped down on the couch. There was no staring at a computer screen to type in Chapter 6 for me. My skull would have shattered and my brain would have oozed out of the cracks. So, I watched programs like West Wing. I really, really should watch that show on a regular basis. The dynamics of job vs. ideal vs. politics is just amazing to watch. I should watch it more regularly.

I missed going to the club, but even the music wouldn’t have helped my headache. So, I popped some Advil and went to sleep. Twice now, I’ve snacked on peanuts in the evening and had severe acid reflux in the middle of the night. Clearly peanut oil is not a friend of my stomach.

Anyway, letters have been written today and bills have been paid. It’s a good day so far.

I got to meet ‘s boy and boss. At the same restaurant, no less. Named TOMATO BROTHERS. That’s a goddamn scary name for a pizza place if you ask me.

I also found out that F.R.A.G., a new computer repair/in-store gaming facility, is owned by a good friend of mine from days of yore. So good of a friend that I used to practice with him. You know. Spiritually.

In fact, there was a joke about Eric’s dress back in the day. And now he’s made one of my dreams a reality. *shakes fist* Now I’m going to have to give him my business. *smirk*

I’d bet money that I’ve got wonderful snail mail waiting for me at home. Not only that, but I need to pick out a couple of CD’s to write to and a book to read at work.

I am approved for an apartment in Ypsi. In fact, it’s the original one with the original plan in the place I was so freakin’ excited about. Ridiculously low price for two-bedroom, here I come!

I’ll be moving in in late November. Painting of the second bedroom and the bathroom are going to be initial priorities as I move stuff in. I blame and . :)

Also, Chapter 6 is done and I’m well into Chapter 7. Those on the list will be receiving 6 as soon as I type it up. Tonight. While I’m doing laundry. And stuff. :) I’ll also be working out at home instead of at work, as I need to drop off copies of the documents proving that I don’t owe money to a past landlord.

Oh, and it wasn’t DTN. Oh, no. It was MSU. Oh boy did I go down there and get that fixed in a hurry.

This weekend was jam-packed with ups and downs and happy and frustrated and all sorts of stuff.

So, I’m going to post small bits as they come into my head.

wants to meet with me, and talk. The goal, so far as I can understand, is so that we can stand to be around each other, but not to regain our friendship. This, for me, means letting some of the past go. I have to determine if I can do that (as I’m notoriously bad for it), if I want to do that, and what needs to happen for me to let go.

I cannot see a place between hurt-and-bitter and friends while the cause for the hurt-and-bitter remains without closure. Apparently I’m bad at cauterizing wounds when I cut off limbs.

My initial reaction was to think of ulterior motives, reasons, goals, etc. It was a response based on distrust. If her motives are honest – and that word came up a lot while and I were talking about this – then I think I can let go of the past. She’s not seeking my trust. She’s not seeking my friendship. I guess she’s seeking the lack of my animosity.

I don’t pretend that any of this will be easy, on either side. I’m a stubborn, bull-headed jerk when it comes to things like this. There is enough of a possibility of positive outcome to try it. Always enough hope to try.

So last night, Dad took Mom and I out to Take Sushi. YUM. I had some eel and cucumber sushi, which was as delicious as I remember. I had, of course, the tempura for the main course. Mom tried it this time as well, and even managed to do well with her chopsticks.

I left that restaurant full to bursting.

I decided to head to Luna. I’d missed it on Wednesday and I was going to have an hour of sleep time anyway. I got some good writing done. Caroline, a four-year old little girl with prophetic dreams, is a character that just popped out of nowhere and is shaping up to really steal the show. Ends up that her and this old woman are going to be long-standing characters, whether I like it or not. Heh. Anyway, Chapter 6’s end is near. As well as the beginning of Chapter 7.

I may yet be the neighbor of and . My fingers are crossed. I find out tomorrow.

So, I was a good boy last night and set my clock back before I went to bed. I set the alarm on my cell phone, figuring that Sprint would update the time properly, as it’s fed from the towers. I can’t even manually set the clock on my phone. So, the alarm goes off, I get up, take a shower, get dressed and cleaned up, and start to pack for my weekend in Lansing. I glance at my clock.

4:58 AM.

Son. of. a. bitch. I look at my cell phone. 5:58 AM. I turn it off. I turn it back on. 4:58 AM. Well, isn’t that just HAPPY. So, I finish packing and take my crap downstairs. I take an hour nap on the couch, because I am damn well sure taking advantage of an hour extra to sleep, alarm screw-up or no alarm screw-up.

The drive in was excellent and without incident.

My first call was 47 minutes long. I think I need a as much as she needs a me.

At 4:00 AM I woke up, completely rested and refreshed. I remember mumbling to myself, “That’s pretty fucked up,” and rolling back over and going back to sleep.

At 4:45 AM I woke up with my right calf in an extreme charlie horse. I was able to walk it off and go back to sleep at 4:50.

At 5:15 AM I woke up to my phone alarm and realized that it was Saturday. This meant that I could sleep in until 5:30, as Dad didn’t need the shower.

At 5:30 AM I woke up, finally for good, and wondered why I didn’t stay up at 4. The shower actually stayed warm for a good 20 minutes, and I enjoyed every second of it. The drive was wonderfully clear of traffic and rainy.

I have hot cocoa, and you’re jealous. Nyah!