My stomach is full. I treated myself to Chili’s for dinner tonight, and had my favorite: Chicken fried steak, with mashed potatos, corn on the cob, and garlic bread. Washed it all down with some cherry (grenadine) Coke.

Now, delicious RedHat Linux is installing on my system. CD install is the way to go for my slow-ass system. I’ve also installed the “Authoring and Publishing” group of packages, so I wonder what word processor and publishing material I will find when it’s done. Discovery is the word of the day!

And now I will finish with this grand thought:

I feel the need to poop.

Today, I slept in instead of getting my brakes fixed. I came into work and brought in the off-site copies of our server backups that are hopelessly outdated. I also brought in the mac software that I’d gotten when I purchased the iMac. The stuff that was on burned cd’s anyway. Not like CoreComm is going to care about licenses any time soon.

I am currently burning the CD’s for RedHat Linux 7.3 (valhalla), because it’s legal. So nyah-nyah. No more pirated software for Mr. Skippy.

I turned in the app and the application fee for 1016 Chester, the apartment on the bottom floor. My fingers are crossed.

Downloading alt.test messages again. Woohoo.

Tonight, I have to find the time to do the following things:

• Laundry
• Install Linux
• Study for paper
• Grocery/bathroom stuff shop at Meijer’s
• Kung Fu exercises

Perhaps sleep is a far-fetched goal for a Skippy.

I did a lot of that last night.

I also did some dancing, and while I noticed that I’m 100% better able to control my balance, and I’m already noticing that I’m more flexible thanks to Kung Fu, my leg muscles and feet got tired quickly when I was doing my traditional pseudo-hop-thing.

I got drunk, second time in two nights. Good feeling.

And yes, I’m still angry.

I hate being talked down to. HATE it. I hate being interrupted. HATE it. I will not tolerate people acting like my opinion is worthless, or immediately wrong, without hearing me out. I WILL NOT. I am sick and tired of people that will insist that a situation is happening (Skippy hates me) until it BECOMES true. I do not need an abusive friendship, even a verbally abusive one. I’ve had enough of them. I will most likely cease to be angry when I’m approached with respect, and not dismissed as if I were a child.

I’m now trying for the third time (st00pid servers timing out) to install RedHat via FTP.

There are those in my life and that are popping back up in my life that are masters at re-writing the past to suit them. Some even re-write the present without difficulty.

Perhaps it’s my lack of surety of what is real and what is not. Perhaps its just my ability to deal with varied types of people. Why does it end up bothering me, then? Where does personal fiction slide into lie, and therefore interfere with trust?

I guess I have some letters and postcards to write.

So, our company is idiotic. Well, I knew that and have been bitching about that for a while. No real surprise there. From what I’ve heard, the story has been sent to the Daily Show on Comedy Central. I wonder if they’ll do a piece on it. Heh.

All sorts of errands and things that I want to get done today after work. I’m waiting on a call from the lady at the apartment complex, I’m gonna go pick up some OS X goodness, maybe get my hair cut, and maybe get my brakes fixed.

A day without much food was oddly not that hard on my stomach. I bitched a lot, but that was because I was so used to eating. I had mac and cheese with some polish sausage when I got home from Kung Fu.

By the way, when your Kung Fu lesson is done, and you’re talking philosophy with your sifu, out in the lawn behind his apartment, do you expect to be accosted by local police about dealing drugs? Well, that’s what happened to me yesterday. Apparently, one of the residents thought they heard us talking about an 8 ball. Because drug dealers, they do martial arts practices and sit there talking for three hours in the same place when they deal drugs. Yup.

They even had me take off my boots to look in. The officer agreed with me that I need new insoles, and seemed disappointed when neither my Sifu nor myself had any drugs or anything illegal on us. They apologized, but I said I wasn’t worried, they were just doing their job. It was the person that called that I was upset with.

My Sifu was like “Well, Skippy, welcome to the world of being black. I’m not surprised, I really expected this when I moved to Okemos.” Sobering, ne?