I looked at my main journal page and realized that I hadn't made an entry in a while, which got me thinking about what on earth I could write about in an entry right now. I sat and stared at the screen for a while, then decided to just peruse other NAW journals and see if that inspired anything.

So, yes, John, I agree that the .38 S&W is about as far from being a Combat Masterpiece as you can get. That's actually the first gun I ever fired, under the instruction of the good ole Air Force. Luckily I had the chance later to move on to better and more interesting firearms. I have not, however, had the opportunity to fire a M79A1 40mm semiautomatic grenade launcher, much to my regret. ;-)

I have not bought tickets for Star Wars. I'm not sure when I'll buy tickets for Star Wars or when I'll go see it. I really intensely hate going to see movies by myself. Oh, I've done it plenty. After my divorce I did the whole I-don't-need-no-one thing. And I keep hearing so many people say that they simply love going by themselves, and then I feel somehow inferior and needy for not wanting to sit in a theater by myself to see a movie. But, tough. That's how I feel. I hate going alone. I like being able to talk about the movie afterwards, praising or dissing as the case may be.

So I don't know when I'm going to see Star Wars, which leads into my next whiny little episode, slightly inspired by Chiara's comments about getting people to attend her birthday bash. See, I don't have any friends down here. I know, how whiny can you get? Oh, there are plenty of people that I know and am acquainted with. But there's not one person I can just call up. That fact was brought home when my car broke down a few weeks back. After I'd tried unsuccessfully to call home to get a ride, I realized that I didn't have anyone else I could call if I needed a lift. Luckily my car was fixed and I was able to drive home, but otherwise I would have either had to hoof it the rest of the way home, or call a cab. I just wish I had a couple of friends of the type I can call up if I want to talk/complain/celebrate/bitch.

So that's my whining for the day. Actually, I'm not depressed or even in a funk. I realized the other day that I haven't had a funkish mood since I got Zeus. He's a pretty terrific beast.

Jesus f&*cking Christ. I no sooner get finished typing the previous sentence when I turn around and see that Zeus has managed to destroy my $70 running shoes. Okay, so my life does suck.