As usual, I crack this thing open with the intention of writing something and then by the time I get to it, whatever it was that had me gooing is completely gone. I have a similar problem with downloading MP3's; my attention span is just rediculously short sometimes.

So my sleeping pattern has started to be a major pain in the ass. I couldn't sleep last night until well past sunrise and by that time I was hungry and smelling sweet potato pancakes (these are the best pancakes ever created) from the kitchen. So I ate and immediately started feeling drowsy. Still, I stood for a while and watched the first half-hour of Star Trek: The Motion Picture on cable.

I was awakened a few hours later by having Jack in the Box burgers being thrown at me. I ate one and some fries and tried to sleep.

I was awakened again by a request to get the camcorder, VCR, and television to communicate. Not having one of the necessary tools in front of me, I gave up and wandered back to bed.

I got a knock on my door a few hours later telling me I had visitors. Repeatedly. I tried yelling back that if they hadn't called, they could fuckin' wait for me to put my pants on, but no one heard me. I was pleasently surprised to find Leigh & Peter at the door.

They said, "Food."

I said, "Totally," and went for shoes & socks.

We hit Zen for Japanese and chatted. We had apparently made it in time for their version of happy hour, but no one felt the need to inbibe. So instead we talked about...whatever the hell it is we talk about. It was one of those multi-subject conversations that you have with people you don't see that often, as opposed to the single-subject-plus-tangent conversations you have with people you see more or less all the time. It's interesting noting the different kinds of conversations I have with people, based on the degree and manner in which I know them. Nick, for example, has mostly retreated into his own corner of the world and so we have only a few things to talk about. Specifically, I almost never have anything to say to him because my life is relatively static and there's only a few people and subjects he has any interest in hearing anything about. People like Belinda, all I have to do is sit back and ask questions and she'll do all the work. This suits me fine, because it reduces the odds that I'll ever run out of things to talk about with her. Leigh is wonderfully easy to talk to and Peter's brain is clearly active enough that I doubt I'd ever have problems finding anything talk about. (Besides, like Belinda, he's new enough that I could just interrogate him...;>) Erik has something to say about nearly everything, while talking to Thea is sometimes difficult for me. I can pull a stream of consciousness out of most people with not too much effort. Not so with her. I imagine perhaps it's my fault. After all, can't expect everyone to respond in the same manner, right? Besides, I often assume too much, despite my best efforts. Hell, I'm afraid I'm starting to run out of things to talk to Jean about; at least, on my end. She, at least, has a life. That helps a great deal...

Regrettably, there are still a few things that I have no one to talk about with. Not necessarily because of any deficiency on their part, but just because they already know me. I need to do something about this situation...

so, anyway...after Zen we stopped at Austin's place, which was nice. I was terribly curious as to what the joint looked like since I'd heard he moved to my neighbourhood. Shockingly discovered to my shock that his cat was black. I was *sure* the monster was grey, but apparently I got his and Leigh's cat mixed up in my head somehow. Oh well. Austin looked better than I remembered; maybe he's better fed since being in the neighbourhood, or maybe he just looks better in casual wear than business attire. Not that it really matters. My overall impression of the man hasn't changed ("He seems nice enough..."), but I will say he's got an interesting laugh. It has a very honest sound to it, I think because it's a little too damn loud. :)

So...I'm not entirely sure where to spend the rest of my evening now that I'm home. I've been online for a couple hours, now, and I'm not sure whether I ought to stay on or retreat to the television. I'll figure it out, I suppose...