Thursday, July 17, 2008

I hate my new keyboard. My old one died, and Mark gave me the keyboard from the downstairs computer. I was having a really fantastic day, and now I'm not...because of this fucking keyboard. I wrote out this really long entry, and then, the way I rest my hands on my old keyboard, isn't possible on the new one, and I'm constantly deleting things that I've written, but hitting a few random buttons on accident, which just wasn't possible with my old keyboard! Now I have to start over again, and throw off my whole schedule, which was going really, really well. Ick. So much for having an entry where I don't bitch about anything.

So...yesterday (I fucking hate having to type this all out AGAIN). And I know that Mark is going to say there was some easy way to fix it, but he wasn't here, and that's just going to make me feel worse. Ugh.

So....yesterday, I slept on & off for a lot of the day, trying to dodge the headache that had latched onto me, and eventually I managed to accomplish this, without taking massive amounts of pain killer. I finished reading the first Harry Potter book. Later I put up some more pictures in my room in some problematic positions, which turned out nicely. I wanted to do more, but I just felt a bit off. Part of this was most likely me coming out of zombie mode which can be even stranger than being in zombie mode. I don't know how people deal with being on anti-depressants at a full dosage, because the smallest dose fucks me up big time.

(I've begun saving this entry after every paragraph or so, so as not to lose it again)

I chatted on gay.com for awhile, thinking I'd get back to the pictures later, but I got a message from this man that used to chat with me last summer. A hot 45yo doctor, whom I never met in person, though we always wanted to. We siezed the moment, and met in Kerry Town around 10pm. It was hot, and there was a lot of pretty lightning, and so we walked. We didn't have a lot in common aside from our attraction, which was fine; I mean, we were just hanging out, and I was enjoying myself. I think it was just so great to be outside, and not have a headache, or a stomach ache, or food flying out of my body, that I would have been enjoying anything, but he was nice, and funny, and cute. It started to rain, and got really windy, but we didn't let that spoil our fun...and after it died down, we hugged and said our goodbyes. I don't think we'll ever be a couple or anything; it wasn't like that, but it was fun meeting someone and having a casual, fun conversation, and going for a walk in the rain.

After he left, I went to Aut Bar, where I ran into my friend Ray. Ray & I went out once a few years ago, but nothing ever came of it. We always say hello when we see each other though, both in person and online. He's nice. And we flirt. It's just good clean fun. I watched people playing pool as we chatted. And later, this boy that I'd noticed walked by me as he was leaving, and he squeezed my shoulder. I thought maybe I was supposed to know him, but I didn't have my glasses on... So I followed him outside and struck up a conversation.

His name was Preston James Clayton, and he was 20 (born in 1990), and I didn't know him. While I was chatting with him, Joe & Randy, 2 faces from my past wandered up with their friend Max - and the fun chatting continued. They eventually left. I also met Preston's friends, one of whom (Angela), I'm pretty sure is really close friends with Nate (Michael's friend, and Paul's ex).

To make a long story shorter (which is to say, with fewer details, as I don't feel like writing it all out a 2nd time), I ended up talking to Preston for at least 2 hours, part of it in my car, as it was raining. We flirted and chatted, and it was all nice. I wasn't trying to seduce him, or fuck him or any of that, but it was fun to talk to someone new. I love meeting people, and talking to people, and I just haven't been doing that lately, and this was fun.

Eventually we parted ways, with Preston walking to the diag to meet up with friends, and me driving home so I could eat. I found his myspace page, and sent an add request. I took my meds, and ate 13 chocolate chip cookies, without thinking about it. And they didn't make me sick. I brushed my teeth; I turned out the lights, and I slept extremely well.

When I woke up, I felt amazing. I took my meds. I put away the dishes. I starting picking up around the living room and my bedroom. Wendy and her boyfriend are coming to stay with us tomorrow night, so Mark said we should clean when he got home, but I felt like doing it now, which I thought Mark would appreciate. I took a break to have a snack and write this, which took WAY longer than it should of thanks to my keyboard from HELL. But now I'll get back to the cleaning, and hopefully I'll get to put up massive amounts of pictures later.

   posted by Bald Jason at 01:40 PM
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