And so on

A day of solitude and chores... Managed to clear away three weeks worth of mail and pay my bills, most of which were past due.

Being alone in the house can drive me crazy. I don't leave because I have chores to do. Part of me believes that squalor need not be the natural state of things. But then the solitude drives me to TV and video games, which numb the loneliness.

In the end, I was remarkably productive. I cleaned three rooms of the house. Didn't go shopping. Didn't do laundry. All in all, above average for me.

Walked to Jack-in-the-box for lunch. Shouted "bruchetta chicken chibatta" through the hole in the inch thick bullet proof plexi, and they gave me my food through a glass "air-lock." I ate and stared out of the window. Across the street at Popeye's, a cop car pulled up, and two officers got out. One drew his gun and the other cocked a shotgun. They walked around the joint and then entered, guns drawn. Less than a minute later, the re-emerged, relaxed. False alarm, I guess.

Three dates down with Geek Boy. He likes me already. I see it in his eyes and his posture. Strange how those people that like me seem to fall for me quickly. I'm still ambivalent, but, I put up a good show, I guess.

I keep thinking that I can have the type of love that smells like home. More "The OC" and less "Will and Grace."

And I wish that I could convince the mice not to live in my attic.