Productive

I had a rather productive evening, even if I didn't have the most stellar day at work.

I rushed home and did a couple loads of laundry, so I'd have undies and such for the trip to Philadelphia. I'm leaving tomorrow to see Doug's show at the Wilma Theater.

I'm really excited about seeing Doug's show tomorrow, but I don't really know what I'm gonna do with all the spare time I'm going to have while in Philly. I thought about calling Dito van Reigersberg to see if he's in town, but that would just plain be silly. Dito's had many opportunities to get in touch with me if he really wanted to, so I thing getting in touch with him would seem kinda pathetically obsessive. I'm just gonna let that particular sleeping dog lie.

Anyway -- I'm looking forward to seeing Washington Square, and walking around Old City. That'll be fun. I'll take my camera, and pick up some batteries, since the current set is practically all played out. Maybe I'll check out the new Independence Center -- that might be nice as well.

I'm such a tourist.

There's a guy here who's got a really kick-ass looking Powerbook. I really miss having my own computer. I so wish I could scrounge the money together to get mine working again, even. It's really depressing me to have no hope of updating the web site. It's totally bugging me. I tried to use Word to create a journal entry and made the mistake of adding a picture -- and of course, just as Microsoft FrontPage would do, Word forced me to have a subdirectory for the image I wanted to add. That kinda stuff makes me furious and drives me absolutely bugshit. I absolutely absolutely absolutely refuse to have a subdirectory for every journal entry with a picture. It makes me want to kick the shit out of my computer. Somehow I think the IT folks at work would find that objectionable.

I'm presented with a bit of a dilemma here.  There's a guy I know -- who I've never actually met -- from the gay.com chat room, who's walked in and sat himself down behind me.

So I don't know if I should approach him.  He seems -- based on online chat -- like a nice guy who's looking maybe for a boyfriend.  He's not the most handsome guy ever (but then again, neither am I), but I'm definitely attracted to him, based on his pictures.  Most likely, being me, I'll sit here and agonize over the decision to talk to him until he gets up and leaves.

I think the point might be kinda moot.

He looked right at me and glanced away -- just another guy not worth checking out, I guess!  Ah, well.