raybear | 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.