You are not your cell-phone induced brain cancer.

Mr. Ridley and I had a wONDERFUL chat last night. I'm so happy to be utilizing all my free long distance with my cell phone. Though I guess the regular minutes on a cell phone nearly equate long distance charges on a land line. But let's not talk about that. I prefer to think I'm getting a great deal.

It's weird to talk to him sometimes be we're SO kindred that I'm almost scared to meet him. Like we'll somehow affect the balance of the universe. Or maybe I should just stop watching reruns of Quantum Leap.

I have been SO exhausted lately. I go to bed really early, then have a hard time getting up. Everyone around me seems to be sick, so maybe my body is just fighting off a virus or something.

Today I'm being subversive and wearing my old t-shirt that says "Rape Stinks" and has a skunk next to the words. On the back is a bullseye with a arrow that says "RAZOR: Radical Activists Zeroing in On Rape". Which I believe is now a defunct group. But it's a great name. And I like being the guy in the baseball hat and mechanic's jacket and work boots wearing an anti-rape t-shirt in the downtown business area.

Today is payday which means I have cash for the first time in nearly 10 days. How am I celebrating? Lunch at Taco Hell, baby. Or possibly Subway. Those are the two cheapest places. Maybe a veggie sub, since tonight I might be hitting a greasy spoon for din-din.

I still haven't written an e-mail to my dad. Or my mom. I think I forgot to mention that she e-mailed me on Monday. Nothing big like my dad's -- it was just chatty. I'm too paralyzed -- I just can't do it. Maybe this week, when I'm at home and not at work.

ah, LJ politics.

So I just had comments of mine DELETED from someone's journal. I had a brief moment of indignation, but now I feel sorta proud. Perhaps that means I really hit home. Or something.

And in return, I decided to drop them from my friends list (not because I think they care -- in fact, they're probably relieved!), but because I should just avoid things that have the possibility of raising my blood pressure and investing in someone who doesn't give a damn. I guess I have learned something since my early days on the net when I would have week-long flaming wars with folks.......

What kills me though is that I was totally polite and just tried to be honest and present an alternate viewpoint. But I guess I'm too "politically correct" i.e. I have a sense of humanity and I'm able to retain that with my humor. Which is pretty damn funny, if I do say so myself. ;)

I guess this is part of my larger movement to not involve myself with queers or trannys solely because they're queer or tranny. That's not enough to have in common.

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Had a leisurely and productive lunch with freakysparks. If by 'productive' I mean 'enjoyable and conducive to maintaining a friendship', which I do. And I was finally successful in getting a library card. With the same librarian. Who barely looked at my two bills. And then proceeded to make jokes about how many "Aaron Johnson's" are in the computer. But she still didn't make eye contact with me. I didn't take it as personally this time.

Hasn't been a terribly productive afternoon, other than tracking down some briefs for a co-worker in the new york office. For some reason that was fun.

I did get asked out on a date this afternoon via e-mail, but unfortunately it was for tonight, and I already have plans. But I'm hoping I can convince her to go out with me tomorrow night....especially since I've heard some pretty hot things about her.....

I'm such a freak. In multiple ways.

My plans for this weekend are to do NOTHING. And I'm very excited by that.

Maybe the reason I didn't work very hard today is so I can cram 7 hours worth of work into the last 90 minutes and it will therefore breeze by. Yes, yes. That's it.

Lisa showed me this list from the Employment Assistance Program that details symptoms related to the shock of events from The Incident. We were amazed by how many of the symptoms we both experience on a daily basis, before and after the trauma. I mean, we made jokes about it and stuff, but I sorta got freaked out by that. Maybe I have a more severe anxiety disorder than I thought. Or perhaps they just used broader terms than they should have, like "withdrawal", "restlessness", "irritability", and "nausea".

Oh, and freakysparks told me at lunch that I previously posted about my interest in getting back into "mediation". That should have read "meditation". Oops. Not that I'm self-conscious or anything. That was for you, Jeff Stroker.