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mbarrickSo of course, rather than going straight to bed I choose to write in my LJ. Nah, I'm not addicted to this or anything.
So the extra-late Skank was fun. It was totally packed. I got lots of pictures as did other people. What I want to know now is why people feel compelled to come up and tell me about their websites? I smile and nod, but really... should I be impressed? It's like someone running up to you and telling you that they just learned how to use the telephone.
So I asked Trish if she was mad at me tonight because she has been a bit weird the last couple weeks. I thought maybe I had done something, or maybe not done something, that offended her. She said that she has just been introverted this last little while and it's not me. I hope not.
And in other stupid club manoeuvers - I caught myself acting like a stupid puppy-dog toward nice-Nicole more than once tonight. Ugh. She has a boyfriend and I don't need to do this to myself. For fuck's sake I'm almost 34, not 14. Nonetheless I keep doing this to myself. I am an idiot. It's a crush, it will pass.
Total tangent: I just now got an e-mail from a guy in Turkey asking me how I implemented PHP under my Domino server. That's just weird. The internet is weird.
Anyway, more about my adventures at Skank when I wake up sometime after noon.
So the extra-late Skank was fun. It was totally packed. I got lots of pictures as did other people. What I want to know now is why people feel compelled to come up and tell me about their websites? I smile and nod, but really... should I be impressed? It's like someone running up to you and telling you that they just learned how to use the telephone.
So I asked Trish if she was mad at me tonight because she has been a bit weird the last couple weeks. I thought maybe I had done something, or maybe not done something, that offended her. She said that she has just been introverted this last little while and it's not me. I hope not.
And in other stupid club manoeuvers - I caught myself acting like a stupid puppy-dog toward nice-Nicole more than once tonight. Ugh. She has a boyfriend and I don't need to do this to myself. For fuck's sake I'm almost 34, not 14. Nonetheless I keep doing this to myself. I am an idiot. It's a crush, it will pass.
Total tangent: I just now got an e-mail from a guy in Turkey asking me how I implemented PHP under my Domino server. That's just weird. The internet is weird.
Anyway, more about my adventures at Skank when I wake up sometime after noon.
