I just had lunch with Brad, Morgan, Zoe, and Brad's Mom and Dad. I like having them drop by unexpectedly. That's fun. I got dressed and we walked to Subway and I fed Zoe Cheetos and let her drink my coke and she spit it all over me.
Brad confirmed that the problems I am having are most likely Power Supply related. Since I don't have another 300W Power Supply laying around, I am going to buy one. Brad also gave me a Debain NetInst CD and 15 Invader Zim episodes. Woo! So now I can rebuild Chupacabra to do something useful, like backups. I might get a nice fat harddrive just for backup purposes and stick it in there and let it run nightly backups from my laptop/windows box/whatever. No system stuff. No applications. Just data. I'm sick of losing data. I have to find a way to share this DSL connection with only ONE network card in the laptop (the only working computer, right now), because the Debian install disk I have is a Network Install, which means it has to have network connectivity and DOESN'T support PPPoE (which is required for my DSL connection) during install.
I really like Folk Rock / Acoustic Rock. Regardless of what mood I am in, it seems to amplify it some how. I've said this before, but I'll say it again now. I'd be real happy being a Folk Singer / Songwriter. Even if just as a hobby — something to do on weekends for pennies and jeers on the cigarette covered street corners. It's hard for me to say why I'd want to do it. Perhaps it's purely a form of expression, in hopes that someone, somewhere, would hear and understand. Perhaps it's merely a cure for boredom, something to pass the time that amounts to more than doing nothing at all. Perhaps it's with the hopes that some day I'd make a fortune strumming those strings and singing as loudly as I can. Perhaps it's merely that I think you might love me more.
I know I should have left the house by now. I know I should be gone — out the door — doing something, nothing, anything. I have lots to do, and lots that I shouldn't do, but still I sit here. It's almost like I am waiting for something to happen or someone to call or some thought to make itself known. Maybe I'm just waiting for you.
