March 5, 1999.

Little fragments today, skipped around like a flat rock on the marshy pond that is my mind.

It doesn't look like the Roommate's been home since Thursday afternoon. She usually gets in around midnight, watches teevee for a couple of hours, then goes to bed. Yesterday night the Boy was reading in the living room until 3 a.m. No Roommate. Today: no sign, unless she came home during the 4 hours I was gone. Very creepy. Should I let it ride, assuming there's something fabulous she's attending? Or call the police? I'll decide on Sunday.

And as a Murphian consequence of the creepiness, the Boy's in Ottawa. Just when I don't want to be alone in my echoing Grotto. Argh. Why are boys never around when you have a scary dream or some such? To make things worse, I think my fear of the dark's coming back. I had it pretty well under control in my teens and beyond...sleeping alone was okay. Now it's not anymore. I've regressed - I don't like it.

Today I came up with a scheme to figure out what my time's worth. After this is done, the only thing left is to charge idiots who waste it. Present 'em with a notarized bill. A prime example occurred yesterday, when the Boy explained why he had to go to north this weekend to play Magic: the Gathering - he had to appease "King Magic," the winner of the last Magic game (otherwise known as Kingston Bob). The office of King Magic carries few, but significant powers - namely, he wears a modified Burger King crown & he gets to call the next game. I also can't expect to be Queen Magic any time soon - the Boy isn't good enough to win the crown back at this point.

To this I responded that I'd never heard anything stupider in my life. (But I haven't lived that long, which is where the scheme might come in handy.)

Tired. All the time. Can't work up the energy or will to study or read or exercise. I wish I knew why, low iron doesn't seem to be good enough. Just wish I knew.

Holy fuck. I have no right to complain any more...check out what Javina's going through right now. The mind boggles.

Skip skip skip...sink. See you tomorrow.