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10-13-01 // 1.53 am a man like me is dead in places other men feel liberated NP: Elton John - "Songs from the West Coast" I spent my Friday night watching the Cardinals lose whilst drinking canned lager and reading magazines. My hard drive was defragmenting all the while. My life is a rich tapestry. Worked eight hours today and my back hurt when I came home in the evening. Due to fall break, campus was like a ghost town today. At dinnertime I called Sara to see if she wanted to get together, but she wasn't in. Left a message but no reply, etc. I don't know why I even bother with her. If you don't have the common courtesy to return phone calls after a week...well, screw you. Live are playing at the Pageant in November. Looks like an excellent gig there...my sister's been asking me for ages if they're going on tour again. I don't think things are turning out that well with Shelley. She finally got in touch with me yesterday...she said it took so long because she had a bunch of concerts this week. That and she decided to go out to a bar with this guy who sort of used to be her boyfriend. So yeah...I'm kind of getting the hint that I'm chopped liver. No word from Aline, either. Maybe I'm just suffering from delusions of grandeur, but I thought I'd at least get an email or even a phone call...just a quick "wish you were here, sorry you spent all that money just to have me cancel our plans" sort of thing. But nope. I'm not much of a man, am I? Alright, I'm going to sleep...I'm dead tired. Tomorrow brings another day, which I'm certain will be just like all the rest I've had lately.
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