February 9

It's that time of year again! You're either planning something entirely stupid for Saturday or you're planning on pretending nothing happens on Saturday.

Corey and I have briefly discussed going to the gun range.

It's also easy crossword day, so go pick up a Texan while I finish my coffee.

February 8

Women can come into their own only when men see them as equals, not as property. Then a woman loves a man as he loves her; then he has no rights over her and she none over him. This is the source of women's greatest charm. Without equality, the love of women as objects of beauty is evil. But as yet, her kingdom is small, and it will reach its fullness only in the future.

Nikolai Chernyshevsky
1862

February 7

It was one of those shit nights, when almost nothing works out. I went with Fidel to see the Reverand Glasseye preform. My plan was to then meet up with Darlene, who had gone home feeling ill. Fidel went to meet up with people I have nothing in common with, so I called Corey, to meet up with him. He was on the other side of town, but headed back to the side of town I was at... in forty minutes.

So now it's midnight and I'm getting ready to watch a movie by myself. It's too late to buy beer at the store and my neighborhood bar is really a neighborhood bar, and closes at midnight.

Fuck weekends.

February 6

Welcome to the weekend. I have done nothing today except drink coffee and eat my parents' food. Today's San Antonio trip will be tomorrow. It's a beautiful day. My newest new experience is this, and I liked it.

February 5

Andy is now 21, and the world can breathe a sigh of relief. He has escaped from the Barton Springs Saloon, and can now drink margaritas anywhere he pleases. He can even purchase his own beer for drinking during D&D. I have decided that the apex of passive aggressive pleasure is in pulling up to a car with its windows down at a stoplight, turning your own music up and rolling down your own windows, and then smirking at your neighbor as you watch them rolling their windows up out of the corner of your eye. I don't know what they're running away from. My music's better anyway.

February 4

Tea is good, but it's no coffee. Today is the best I've felt all week, in spite of making Corey coffee at 7:45 this morning. Today I spoke with a very nice woman at the San Antonio Office of the City Clerk about obtaining records for the May, 1982 meeting in which Ozzy Osbourne was banned from the city. Apparently, immediately after this discussion, the council moved on to discuss the possible banishment of Pac-Man. Oh, those jokesters.

February 3

My allergies have been awful the last few days, which makes my asthma horrible. This means that when I ride my bicycle, not only do I feel like shit, but I also can't breath. And then snot drips out my nose. Today I took the bus, but it doesn't change the fact that I still feel like shit.

I was excited about the possibility of free Denny's breakfast, but under scrutiny, I realized since I do not like bacon and rarely like pancakes, decided it probably wasn't worth it. The Super Bowl is now over, and the loser was undoubtedly the people who watched it only for the commercials. These people are generally the guarenteed winners, but it was quite an upset this year. Then this lame kid ate my pizza and didn't even say, "Thank you."