I enjoy another week of being a single, celibate hermit. When Brandon and Joe tell me that they will be in San Francisco during the weekend, I am happy that they will be having fun and that I will probably stay away from clubs.
I get home on Friday and see an envelope in the mail that I do not recognize. I open it quickly before heading out to lift. As I pop open the envelope and see the type of card that it is, I know who it is from before I see the signature at the bottom. It is from Person L. I put the card away for later and go lift. I DO notice that I have a good weight lifting session as I work off tension from work (and assumed tension from the letter).
Nopester is excited, as usual, so we go for a long walk as I procrastinate opening/reading the letter. When I get home I finally get up the nerve to read it. It has many poetic sentences in it. And it is obvious that Person L has, unfortunately, continued to read the online diary because Person L talks about Person A (who was only mentioned in the 3/11/2002 entry). The card and letter get placed on the pile with all of the other letters of disappointment, bills, requests, and papers that will be looked at another time.
Saturday is a productive day of lifting, cycling, laundry, mowing the lawn, taking the motorcycle in for the break-in service, buying micro-filtered ion-exchange whey protein, miscellaneous errands, and drinking. I will finally be able to ride the motorcycle hard when I get it back on Tuesday evening. None of these 6000 rpm, 120 mph limits.
I stay home on Saturday night - I am very tired from many mornings getting up at 5am. The Independent Film Channel has a great back-to-back set of movies that I've seen before: SLC Punk and Rock and Roll High School.
I watch all of SLC Punk - about punk rocker anarchists in Salt Lake City. Most of the characters remind me of myself. Including when one of the characters dies of a drug overdose. I watch the first half hour of Rock and Roll High School - with the Ramones. I remember seeing it for the first time in 1980 and instantly being changed. It was a paradigm shift (if I can use a 90's term here) in my life. No more need to listen to crap like the Eagles and Black Sabbath and Led Zepelin and stuff. No more need to be around people who's vision is so short-sighted that they can't see past the end of their noses.
And I realize that I have gotten off track.
Sunday is a quiet day. Some work at TRW, lifting, watching motorsports, geeking-out, and drinking. There is still some techno/trance to be listened to, but some old and new punk comes out and I feel better. And manage to have a productive geek-out session in html and javascript.