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Jul. 20th, 2001 04:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hannibalvJuly 19, 2001
Not much to say.
Dad had another doctor's appointment today. This one said he's healing well and he'll be off the IV antibiotics next Friday.
Snippets: "Heath" is a dear, dear friend I went to high school with, who's now out of town.
Heath: hey
HVConstat9: Good evening! How's life?
Heath: okay. Working hard.
HVConstat9: Nothing wrong with that.
Heath: No. So how's life...I miss you
HVConstat9: My life doesn't change, and you can watch it not change on my journal. I miss you, too, chief. Life's a lot less interesting without you around.
Heath: are you happy...that's the important question...Reading this journal...
HVConstat9: Of course I'm not happy. I never am, and I can't remember the last time I really was.
HVConstat9: But that's not really news, is it?
Heath: What's wrong? Why? If you want, we can talk, you can call me. I'd call you but I know it's too late.
HVConstat9: There's nothing out of the ordinary wrong, just joblessness, loneliness, hopelessness, futurelessness and an inability to see past my 28th birthday.
Heath: Okay, asshole...I'm gonna get offline now and take care of some things...if you decide to call me within the next ten minutes that's up to you...but I'll be waiting just the same...
Here's the thing: there's nothing new about any of this. I just happened to be in a very forthright, bullshit-free mood. I'm a depressive. These things happen. Sometimes you let it pass, sometimes you wallow. I'd like a change to the problems I listed up there, of course I would. But solutions are not forthcoming, and much of the time I can't be bothered to really are about anything, up to and including myself.
Today's Link Of The Day is from one of the grand, damaged residents of the Bad World. I offer to you: http://www.timecube.com
JHR
7/20/2001 4:21 AM
Not much to say.
Dad had another doctor's appointment today. This one said he's healing well and he'll be off the IV antibiotics next Friday.
Snippets: "Heath" is a dear, dear friend I went to high school with, who's now out of town.
Heath: hey
HVConstat9: Good evening! How's life?
Heath: okay. Working hard.
HVConstat9: Nothing wrong with that.
Heath: No. So how's life...I miss you
HVConstat9: My life doesn't change, and you can watch it not change on my journal. I miss you, too, chief. Life's a lot less interesting without you around.
Heath: are you happy...that's the important question...Reading this journal...
HVConstat9: Of course I'm not happy. I never am, and I can't remember the last time I really was.
HVConstat9: But that's not really news, is it?
Heath: What's wrong? Why? If you want, we can talk, you can call me. I'd call you but I know it's too late.
HVConstat9: There's nothing out of the ordinary wrong, just joblessness, loneliness, hopelessness, futurelessness and an inability to see past my 28th birthday.
Heath: Okay, asshole...I'm gonna get offline now and take care of some things...if you decide to call me within the next ten minutes that's up to you...but I'll be waiting just the same...
Here's the thing: there's nothing new about any of this. I just happened to be in a very forthright, bullshit-free mood. I'm a depressive. These things happen. Sometimes you let it pass, sometimes you wallow. I'd like a change to the problems I listed up there, of course I would. But solutions are not forthcoming, and much of the time I can't be bothered to really are about anything, up to and including myself.
Today's Link Of The Day is from one of the grand, damaged residents of the Bad World. I offer to you: http://www.timecube.com
JHR
7/20/2001 4:21 AM
