Well, well, well. The 'Bear hasn't updated for five whole days. How did you all stand it? Apparently, judging by my analyzer, just fine. Come on, didn't you even miss the 'Bear a little? ARG! Oh well. It's not like I really had anything important or earth-shattering to say anyway, so it's not like you missed out.

Everyone's entries lately seem to be kind of unenergized and lethargic and I think it's wearing off on me. I just don't seem to have the energy for exposition today. Plus, my fuckin' knees are killing me. Erf!

So, what's been going on in my life? Glad you asked. Well, Thursday, the wife was very sick, had a fever that topped out at 104, but it broke in the night and Friday she was fine. Only now, she's got some kind of muscle strain in her back, near her right shoulder blade and is in quite a bit of pain. Needless to say, that's caused my fat ass to have to shoulder a bit more of the burden around the house. Damn. We basically killed all day Saturday playing a couple of Pokémon games on the N64 and then Sunday did laundry. I came into the office Sunday night around 5:30 to work and left around 12:30 so I decided to come in for ˝ a day yesterday. Today, however, I'm back to my regular schedule and dreading every minute of it. I need more fuckin' sleep.

Seriously, man, I've become a Pokémon Puzzle League ass-kicker! I'm also pretty good at Pokémon Stadium. I've won all the badges in the Poké cup, baby! Who's your daddy? Huh? Sit up bitch! Yeah. God I need a life.

I was actually thinking today, while I sat and got caught up on Waterbelle, Sporkboy and getting started on Lori that I don't really have any friends. Sure, I have you D-landers, but I'm talking real life friends. I've got my bestest bud 'Topher, but he's in Chicago and I haven't heard from him for a month or so. Even then it was on AIM. It's not that I'm hurting for some physical companionship, because I'm not, but I would love to just phone a buddy one night and say, "Hey! Let's go watch the game at Hooters!" or "Let's hit the bar and down some pints." I would say that I kind of miss that, but I never really had that. The few times in college that I did go out drinking, I went alone. Sure, I ran into people from classes, but that was just coincidence. Besides, I had the feeling that they were talking to me because I happened to see them and they felt it would be rude to run away. Go figure. Hey, if you don't want to hang with me, then fuck off, don't let me waste your time. Fucker.

I'm feeling kind of bitter all of a sudden, not sure why. It's kind of slowly been building all day. Maybe it's because I missed lunch. Had a teleconference that started around 12:45 and lasted for around 2 hours. By then, I didn't want to mess with going and getting anything. Fuckin' work. I'm in one of those moods where I just want to hit/throw something. What really pisses me off is that I don't know why. I'll be feeling kind of draggy and tired and then all of a sudden, I start feeling all energized and I want to just hit something. Maybe I have dual/multiple personalities and they're blending together in my conscious self or something. Maybe I'm just fucked up.

Oh, I do have to mention one thing that Uberhamster brought up in his diary a few entries back. That is Tipper Gore and the dreaded PMRC. The fuckers. "Parents Music Resource Center". Basically her and a couple of other bored senators wives got together to try and fuck with our lives even more. Their original goal was to get albums banned, but since that turned into a major 1st ammendment issue, they decided to go with labeling. That's where the lovely "Parental Advisory" sticker comes from. Funny thing is, I've seen record sales for "labeled" albums that were higher than the so-called "acceptable" music that wasn't labled. Soon as kids saw the sticker, they snatched the fucker right up. So then, they started appealing to record stores to not sell the stickered albums to kids under 18 (or was it 16?). Isn't that some stupid shit? Can't drink until you're 21, can't vote until you're 18, and now you can't listen to music you like until you're (at least) 16. Land of the free and home of the brave my ass!

The PMRC has been a source of aggrivation with me for at least a decade and a half. In college I wrote papers and did speeches condemming them. They went over pretty well too. I did a speech in a public speaking class about labeling albums once and I measured a CD case and a cassette case. I think I found out that, at the time, the number of albums that the PMRC deemed "offensive" if stacked would stand about 40 stories (CD's) and 80 stories (cassettes). Of course, those numbers could be way off, I can't remember clearly because it was about 9 years ago and I don't have the materials anymore. But it was a scary number.

Well, this wasn't much of an entry for not having updated for a week. Sorry. It used to be that this was like an addiction for me, I had to update every day or as often as I could, but I think the content started to lack because of that. There were days where I just didn't have (or couldn't think) of anything to say. I've decided now that I'll try to update regularly, but if I don't have anything to say or something already in mind, I won't waste your time. I mean, hell, you can only read about my daily goings on for so long before it gets tedious. I will tell you that I'm thinking of recounting stories from my past. I think my next entry is going to be a story about a good friend of mine. Yes, this friend is female, and yes this is a friend that I had sex with (have to keep the male crowd interested you see), but she's also just a really good friend. My next few entries probably won't set to well with the wife, however. Even though they are pleasant memories for me, she's not too happy when I recall past lovers. And Robby (that's what I'll call her) was just that. Not a girlfriend, but a lover, for a very short time. But, most importantly, she's remained a good friend.

What makes her different? Well, you'll have to read to find out. I'm not proud of some of the things I did, but I think if I had them to do all over again, I would do them the same. She's a good friend, and that's what's important.

Anyway, that's it for now. I'm going to leave and get some fuckin' food. I'm famished...no, I'm fuckin' starving! Stop in and say high on the way down, eh?

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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