My uncharacteristic good mood continues. Friday night I worked at the restaurant and was released early for good behavior. I joined my little twenty-year-old and his friends for a midnight showing of an awful movie with The Rock. I was less than impressed, though the last fight scene was filmed in Hawaii on a hiking trail that Ellie and I hiked and she showed me where she had watched the film crew, so that was sort of cool.

Saturday I slept in and relaxed at home. In the evening I headed to the restaurant for a pretty short shift as I weaseled out early to meet my college friends on the West Side. It was so strange hanging out with them again, it’s probably been about six years. They were all older than I, graduated and/or left school before I did, so my last two years were less than exciting. It was so great seeing them again. In fact, I didn’t even realize just how much I missed them until I set eyes on them. We had a really great time, starting at McCarthy’s in Lakewood and ended up at a new club called Touch in Ohio City. I’m extremely unused to the club atmosphere, as I usually go to bars and bars and clubs have fundamental differences (factor in a large, trendy crowd, a cover, and techno music and some bars have club potential, but not all…it depends on the atmosphere).

Anyway, I had a great time drinking and talking with them, when who should I run into? Frigging Jeff. Grrrr. I’m not sharing the rest of that tale.

With the time change and my absolute inability to end a night when any reasonable person should, I didn’t make it home until ten on Sunday morning. I swear it’s all or nothing with me. I couldn’t even go to sleep as I had to straighten up because Sam’s family told me that they would be over to get some random things of Sam’s from my basement. It did not go well. I was hungover, thirsty, out of food, and too tired to go to the grocery store. Moving furniture, watching people dig through my things and take things that I feel should be mine, and dealing with his sister’s attitude were all more than I could bear. I spend the rest of the day grumbling on my couch.

Last night at darts I discussed my desire to move with my dart buddies. I think it’s finally time to leave the house, and I no longer wish to rent, so I think I’ll look into buying. Yes, I do have some issues akin to claustrophobia when I think about being trapped into one place by a mortgage, but I think I can deal with it. I’m tired of throwing my money away. Besides, it’s the little things that are really starting to piss me off. Like the fact that I have a three car garage and can’t put my own damn car in it because other people are storing some there. Then there’s the fact that I can’t get my landlord to fix a damn thing. And I’m sick of not having electrical outlets in my bathroom. Nobody should have to iron their hair in the living room. And the place totally needs a wallpaper removal and paint in three rooms, and while I know my landlord will pay for the supplies, the labor is all on me, which is complete crap. At this point in my life my free time is worth about $1,000 a minute to me (think scarcity), and I don’t feel that I should have to put any of my time into fixing up a house that is not mine. And I want a damn fence already. I’m tired of the shit I have to go through every time I want to take the devil dogs outside, and it would be good for them to actually get to run around and play without taking off and forcing me to waste more time chasing them around the neighborhood. So yeah, I’m looking into it.

I have to say that I kicked ass last night at darts, though. I just couldn’t miss, and won 4/4. So it was a good night.

Tonight I’m off to find a birthday present for my sisters. I wanted to get them both a cool piece of jewelry but I have to have it by tomorrow night…and finding something really cool, pretty, and original that they would actually like and wear takes longer than one night. If I were just dealing with one birthday, it would be cool, but twins….well, let’s just say that their birthday stresses me out.