Just when I think I've got it together, I fall on my face again. Fortunately, for anyone out there that knows me (two by my last count), no broken arms. I just need to get it together...try to stay sane and sober. Which sucks, but it's better than jail, getting fired, or just going nuts, I guess.

So, it's off to AA meetings I guess. Hey, at least the coffee's good...

*sigh*

Work is boring. That's all there is to it. Though hired nearly 3 years ago to help the company migrate to DB2, I'm still sitting here doing nothing but number crunching and paper pushing. I like statistics and all, but just how excited can one get looking at anvils and compound miter saws all day? Well, I suppose if I was Tim Allen, I might be happier.

Anyway, I downloaded Visual Studio Express stuff the other day, and I finally managed to get VS.NET installed as well, so maybe I can return to my first love...programming.

I seem to have gone as far as I can in my 'Net Stalker role, with the search engines I know about. Funny thing, I actually found an old posting that my ex and I did after we saw "The Blair Witch Project." Man, the junk that's out there. The 'net sure does need a thorough cleaning up!

Okay, so I spent the requisite (as my court papers go) 48 hours in jail. Wow. What a wierd place to be. Not so bad, though the food totally sucked. Can't say too much bad, hanging with Mexicans and white trash, which I am of the latter. Strange, the whole place looked like an Elvis movie.

I met quite a few girls that seemed to be okay, but if I was in Los Angeles...knowing that I was leaving...I would have gotten the crap kicked out of me. So, these girls were actually cool. Not necessarily nice, but cool. We all kinda had our place in there. Some of us were moms, so we were able to counsel the "preggies" or thought to be "preggies". Hey, at least I had something I could talk about.

Finding out I was 42 instead of the "30 something" everyone thought I was, helped. They all wanted to know my "secret". Yea. Secret. Get into drugs early...as the Sex Pistols once said, "Die young, leave a good looking corpse." I don't plan to die young but, dammit, I'm gonna leave a hellava good looking corpse...

Just had to do more 'net stalking...tis fun, I say! Not too mention I wanted to write SOMEWHERE that I get to spend the weekend in jail...what fun!

Why am I here? How on earth did I get here? Hmmm...well see...I mod at a Star Wars site that was recently written about here. I thought it might be interesting to wander about for a while. So there. And by the way, this IS my user name on that Star Wars site, so some of you might recognize me from there. Oh, and the place is Phatooine.net, if any of you are interested...