> Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

Work was okay, we were having all these accursed server problems, but I worked on the database a bit earlier in the day. It’s coming along very well. I hope my boss is pleased when he gets back from vacation. Oh! It was so cool, Matt invited me to this party him and his roomate are having this Saturday. I’m totally going. I can’t wait to hang out with Matt outside of work, he seems so cool and just like me. When I got home I checked Bloglines and there were some interesting updates to Boing Boing. I somehow surfed to this program called Freenet, it’s like a peer-to-peer version of the Internet that uses routing so that the users and content are totally anonymous. I gave it a gigabyte to cache data, but I haven’t been able to surf the free pages at all. It’s painfully slow, and I have broadband. I dunno. I’ll have to let it run for a day or so and see if I get connections to some better nodes. I dunno, it’s some cool thing. It’s really big in China, where you can’t go to the sites you want to. China blocked all blog sites last year or so. But anyway, we had burgers. They didn’t fill me up. So I didn’t do the dishes.

Earlier tonight I played my favorite part from Vitalic’s “You Prefer Cocaine” and turned my speakers WAAAY up and it was SO SEXY. The bass, the treble…it was glorious. I could hold a party. My mom just called me. I got her this mushy Valentine’s Day card, she’ll love it.

I just can’t shake this feeling. Me and Joe hung out tonight and watched The Tenant, it was really good and we had lots of fun. But I dunno, as I was driving home I just couldn’t help feeling so utterly–alone. I thought back to all the times that Taggart and I would watch movies and laugh and cuddle and spoon and wake up in each other’s arms and all that cute stuff and it just makes me want to cry. But I can’t. Cuz I loaned out my movie that makes me cry. Oh well.

But yeah, The Tenant was SOOO creepy. I can’t wait to watch it again. Joe was very astute, he guessed the ending about halfway through it. We watched some music videos and I burned him Daft Punk’s Interstella 5555. I don’t think the burn worked, tho. I need Nero. I should read the thing about Blogger’s new comment system. I hate being sad and unable to cry. Maybe I’ll try. I’m going to sleep. The abyss is winning. I can’t dance around it any more. I need a personal Jesus.