I blew off a lot of things in the last few days. One thing I am usually careful with is watching what goes into my computer. Thursday I said fuck it and installed some games that weren't cleared. Friday morning my computer wasn't working right. I'm very protective of it and have dealt with viruses before so before it grew out of hand I disconnected everything and took it to one of my neighbors that promised he could fix it. He says he'll get to it tomorrow.
I don't mind if he wipes everything clear- it could probably work better if he did- I'm just worried he'll clear out everything, including my book.
I built that computer from the ground up in July so I could rebuild another one in a short time but my book- that's a different story. Thankfully, a few days before I emailed it to J but I still have a ton of files that could get lost and haven't been saved.
It probably won't happen. I'll watch over it like a good parent while he does it.

So what have I been doing since then? Rather than sit around and watch tv, and since I can't write (at least not on my computer), I spent the day exploring. I went to Wicker Park, got some dvds and some more clothes. On the way home, on the train, this guy starts speaking to me:

"You gonna throw those away?"
I'm in my own world, listening to music, just want to go home.
"You gonna throw those away?"
"Throw what away?"
He urges towards the bags I'm holding on my lap. "You want those?"
I look at what I just bought. "Yeah, they're in bags with tags on them. I just BOUGHT THEM."
He turns away and sits beside me. I smell him putting on aftershave and hear him slapping his neck.


It's C's birthday. I want to spend time with her but she's working. She probably won't be in the mood to do anything afterwards. I already talked to her about what I have planned. It will be tough to find some time together though. I still want to talk to her today.