I get to watch Clay's dog and house for this week. Wahhhoooooo! Party at Clay's! Well, I can't smoke inside and it's raining out, but I can party in the garage... hmmm... I could have done that at Matt's too. I think I'm going to stay in Indy for awhile 'cause the money is rollin' in and I'm searching for apartments now. I'd love to find a house, so I can make lots o' noise, but I'm still only able to look for things around $500 a month, so we'll see.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Very High
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
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Man, Ruidoso sounded so good. There's just one little thing that makes it difficult to see me living there. It has less than 5000 people and there's no big cities anywhere near it. I was thinking it was at least 100,000 because I book alot of vacations there for RCI. I just can't see living in a town that small. I suppose I just have to start day dreaming about another location to settle down. San Diego is still floating around the brain.

Read a couple articles on lucid dreaming today. The articles weren't that interesting, but I did learn a new technique to keep from waking up when you feel yourself losing the dream. It's called dream spinning. In the dream, hold your arms out and spin. This in itself is a good way to get back into the dream. Another recommended addition to that is to always have a person, time, and place in mind that you will always go to after spinning. Say, Bob Dylan, at a smoky club, in the early 70's. It's apparently a very good way to stay in the dream and regain focus. I just thought Jim S. might be interested in hearing that technique. I haven't tried it yet, but I intend to.

Well, the Peace Corps thing fell through because I would have to clear my $15,000 debt before they would let me join and I don't see that occurring anytime soon. My eyes are starting to focus on becoming a mailman here in Indy for awhile and then doing the same in Ruidoso. That's my new fantasy (could be reality in a year or so) place to live. I want to learn to be a top notch spelunker someday and the Carlsbad caves are very near Ruidoso, plus my family owns 50 acres of land in the desert in a nearby Texas county. Plus it's just gorgeous. Here's a picture of Ruidoso, Southern New Mexico.

Had a blast with Ned, Shari, Uwe, and Jim out on the boat. If Ned and I had our way, we would have invaded those pathetic old people's homes on the hills, but we didn't want to scare the straights in the boat, so we gave up the idea. Thanks Jim for the trip.

Wuhbuhduh.org .... coming soon.

The greatest trick I ever learned in dealing with someone you're sleeping with alot and you really like him/her, but you're not quite sure if him/her likes you the same way is to mouth the words "olive oil". If that person says "I love you too", then you're in. If that person has a shocked look on his/her face, then you say, "Olive oil, baby. Let's get the olive oil." (I know that's an old one, but that's all I could come up with and I felt like posting something)

AI was awesome. It was soooo Kubrik, I loved it.

I am... I was.

Bogus that I have to believe in a Supreme Being to be a Freemason. I didn't want to be a part of that silly club anyway.

Thanks Ned for having me over for the game party. Yes, of course I found it my duty to start drinking wine early and as fast as I could. Someone has to do it. I went with Sonya and Sean downtown for a brief moment where Sonya and I went off to use a restaurant's restrooms. Sonya beat me to the rest room and so I thought I could quickly dart over to another restaurant and be back to join the group again. Well, that didn't happen. I found the restaurant, but they made me buy a drink to use the restroom and of course I wasn't going to leave a perfectly good drink sitting at the bar without it's buddy Ben. So I drank it and then took a cab back to Shangri-La. This brief downtown venture should have been enough to sober me up enough to decide to quit drinking for the night. I was well aware that I was way over my limit, but I had to play some bad harmonica on the front porch and of course one can't do that properly without a drink. That's the last thing I remember. Then I woke up in my clothes (thank goodness for that) on a bed. I'm picturing me getting up very politely and bidding everyone a good night and then walking to that bed on my own power and bowing out for the night graciously. If anyone is wanting to tell me the real story, I beg you not to. Good Luck I.U.!!!!!! Thanks again for the invite Ned.