The Nine Faces of Dave
ranting and raving
I'm sitting in Yearbook, still stuck for an idea on this
spread. My creative spirit has diminished unbelievably,
leaving me an ineffective shell of a man. Or something like
that. Whatever the case, no ideas are coming to my head.
Except, of course, really bad ones.
So I spent last Saturday night defragmenting my hard drive.
The status bar on the defrag program sat there harmlessly,
then screamed out, "Dave, GET A FUCKING LIFE!" That may
have just been the lack of sleep talking. Anyway, I've been
thinking about that, and came up with nothing.
For some reason, I can't get excited about anything. Like
the play, for instance: they could cancel the production
tomorrow, and it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference for
me. Right now, it's just something to pass the time. Even
Fallout 2 doesn't hold any real thrill; I'm still slogging
through it, but I've replayed the same parts so many times
(on account of my screw-ups) that it's just not interesting.
I got one idea today, and it's probably a bad one. Today's
Something Awful update had a section about "Goth: the Board
Game," and one of the possible events was "Mutate to Raver,"
causing the player to lose 500 misery points. To make a
short story even shorter, I decided to maybe become a raver.
Yeah, it sounds idiotic. But hell, ravers seem a whole lot
happier than I am right now. Maybe it's not for me, but if
nothing else, it's worth a shot. Who knows, maybe I'll find
happiness in the world of trance music, bizarre lighting,
and neon clothing. It has to beat the hell out of computer
maintenance as a weekend activity.