tonight was spent

waiting for Rasputin to focus on picking fantasy football teams so we could set the weekly line ups... he was zoning into M*A*S*H reruns again, frustrated because his computer (a Gateway from 200 or 2001 or so that was mediocre at best when it was brand new) bogged down again... there's no virus protection on it and he surfs a lot and has to start all over again a couple of times a year... he's also got a powerful head cold or flu or something and is coughing all over the place when he's not zoned into the TV (seems to distract him enough to subdue the symptoms somehow)...

hopefully I won't catch it, but that's not likely...

and now he's using the Gateway disk to start over with his computer... it really is an old machine that can not handle the web browsing her does... I'll get him to set the options to empty the cache every time the browser closes and see if that helps... he'd rather spend his money on eating out, ordering in, and Pepsi (probably two or three hundred a week) than save a bit for a new computer...

I suppose I am not too different, except my old machine does what I want it to do most of the time and the audio-video it doesn't do is ok by me in the long run because I don't want to be any more attached to the online world than I already am... I mean, if I did get a better computer I'd use it more and be online and playing with music and video more and I still have some hope for an offline life and relationship someday, after all...

laughing, are we? J

he also makes about twice as much as I do, but then, he also has Precious to pay for... and specking of Precious, she's is out at a play at another high school in town... she still didn't do any of the cleaning up Raspy asks her to do regularly... she's made it clear she doesn't want to hear it from me anymore... I can only play the parent role so far though and offer suggestions that communication and respect improve... getting between a father and daughter when the later is testing limits and blowing off the former is not a wise place to be...

even finding a roach in her bed the other day and coming out to get help killing it didn't motivate her to pick up in there at all...

so once again I let myself get caught up in the sedentary habits and didn't get to the gym... I think I'm even thinking about thinking about ordering pizza... except that I'd only get a few slices and they'd eat the rest and I don't feel like spending the price of a whole pie for a few slices... besides, I should eat salad (but I'm out of salad, must shop tonight or tomorrow) and something with less fat and carbs than pizza...

the eternal debate between my taste buds and health instincts continues... and I don't know about you, but I'm kind bored of it...

I think this might be the first signs of my realizing that I want more of a life of my own to ramble on about than I have... after all, when my ramblings become dominated by my roommates and dietary decisions, eeek, is that's what's happening?...

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I think it's time for pizza...