If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

*ring!* *ring!*

Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

Me: Who?

Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

Him: *mumble*

*click*

I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.

It hit me in this past half hour… I’m really starting to feel the exhaustion. Luckily the Blogathon group remailer and a very kind comment left here are all encouragement to keep going. Ninety more minutes, that’s all it takes.

Oh, and the X TV series? It’s very pretty-looking so far, but I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. We’ll see… but not tonight. Clearly watching subtitled anime is not the right idea at this hour. Some other time perhaps.

Speaking of which… see you in half an hour for the Final Hour Timecheck. Huzzah!

Sometimes it’s as if nothing has changed.

Sometimes it’s a strain to see eye to eye.

Sometimes we just can’t communicate.

Sometimes the fact that there’s a divorce going on jumps up and bites us on the ass.

I’m not trying to “put you in your place.” I’m trying to gracefully move apart, trying to admit defeat and move on with my life. I cannot survive this if I cling desperately to what was. I feel like crap as it is.

I love you. But I’m not going to pretend that we’re not going on with our own, separate lives. If it looks or sounds like I’m pushing you away… I’m not pushing, but I am trying to keep you at arm’s length so I can keep my perspective. Doing otherwise would lead us down a path that can only ultimately bring even more pain. Yes, more than what we’re already feeling.

Perhaps this doesn’t help. Perhaps this doesn’t answer the question. I can’t do any more than I already am, though.

(BlueCalx moment: Hey, you should go visit greyduck.net right now. Yeah.)

Attention, attention: We have changed from root beer to orange juice as the beverage of choice.

I love orange juice. Actually I love most citrus juices, but orange juice is the best. Minute Maid makes a darned tasty juice, while Tropicana’s tastes a bit too “raw” for me.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to heat up a corn dog, pour another glass of OJ and watch more Lain.

This whole “sitting in front of the computer and typing almost non-stop” thing is great, but I need to get the numbness out of my butt, the soreness out of my shoulder and some energy back into my body.

If you need me, I’ll be wandering aimlessly around the house… on and off. (Okay, so I’m not going to get very far from the computer. This is ME we’re talking about here, folks.)

What do you think, by the way? Is it working? Does it look good? Feedback, people, feedback! I’m workin’ in a vacuum here, and we know that all nature abhors a vacuum…

Wendi arrived from her DJ gig, flush with tip money. Woo hoo! I unloaded her van, and now she’s off to the store to pick up things we’ll need for tomorrow and what-not. Then she’s going to hit the hay since she has another very busy day ahead.

Lucky her. Sorta. At least I’ll have the luxury of sleeping parts of my day away tomorrow.