Wednesday, February 7, 2007

If I have an opinion, that is different than Mark's, and I express that opinion, then he says I'm being mean; that I'm just a mean person. And he says that I don't even believe what I'm saying; I'm just trying to be cruel...which I think is mean of him to say. I mean, how could I ever have an opinion that differs from him? Ugh. He says the next time I tell him something, that requires his sympathy, he's not going to give it. But surprise, he seldom does that anyway. In fact it's so rare an occurance, that I'm already shocked at every instance.

This all started, as Mark was telling me, once again, that he was playing poker, and he 'should have won' only he didn't because someone 'who shouldn't have played the way they did, because it's stupid' did play, and beat him. This is the same story he tells me every time. He did very well in this tournament, coming in 8th out of (I want to say) 40some players? Or maybe it was 400? It was a lot, anyways, and I told him he did good (I never doubt his skill at the game), but then he just kept going on about how stupid these people are that beat him. I said that maybe it wasn't stupid, and that bluffing and GAMBLING are part of the game - and he didn't like that. That was mean of me. Whatever.

I just watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2, as I was missing Mollie overly much today; she loves those movies. I hated the first one, both times that I saw it. I think I laughed once, and the only redeeming quality of the film was Johnny Depp; which is a sad, sad thing. I enjoyed the 2nd one quite a bit more. The ending had been ruined for me, by a customer who I'd pleaded with, not to tell me...but what can you do? I think the 2nd one was directed better, and the tone was a bit darker. If the 3rd one is more like the 2nd than the first, that would be nice.

I'm usually asleep by 9pm, or lately I am, but I'm having trouble sleeping tonight. I'd like to turn the heat down a bit, but Mark will think I'm trying to freeze him. I'm so tired.

Jennifer called me on Monday, but I missed her call by about 8 minutes; I called her back, and she asked if she could call me back in a little while, as she was on the other line with Elvis. I said sure, and fell asleep with my phone next to my head on the mattress. She called me back, nearly 24 hours later, while I was in a meeting at work. I called her as soon as the meeting was out, to let her know I was at work, and I would call her back as soon as I could. I called her when I got home, but there was no answer. Oh well.

I got a lot of fan/het/slash art yesterday. Tons. It was fun. I need to finish putting all that stuff in order, so I can file it all away, but it's a constant struggle.

A week or two ago, I let Bryan borrow all my DCAU dvds. He's been watching them in basic chronological order at home, but he's been hooked into later epsiodes at work, which is fine. I'm excited that he's excited about it. I'm looking forward to talking to him about all the crossovers and connections and stuff.

I know I should be asleep, but I'm not and it bothers me. I have to drive Mark to work in the morning, so I can have the car, so I can get to work. That means I have to be up early, and that I can't just sleep the morning away before work. It also means that I can't come home right after work, but I have to pick up Mark, which often times, takes a lot longer than you'd think. I'm not looking forward to this.

   posted by Bald Jason at 12:27 AM
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