Another evil day of terror. Sort of. Apart from the pink fuzzy bunnies.

Work was okay. Not much to do but we played groundskeepers. There's nothing like raking. There really isn't.

My loyalty towards work is dipping. Because of the fact that we have to work next week. It's not fair. I feel like staying home the last two days of this week just to punish them. Oh what a diabolical genious I am. Oh well. All play and no work makes Plume a happy boy. And we can't have that.

My dad will be home soon too. In fact he will probably come home from Greenland the day before I leave to visit Skye. It's not good. He's coming home for good. And I doubt there's a big chance of him getting a steady teaching job too soon. Which means he will be home a lot. And I will lose all the last bits of privacy and solitude I have. Normally I'll come home from work and have a couple of hours alone before mother comes home. And at night I'll have a couple of hours alone when she goes to bed. But now daddy dearest will be there. And I will have no alone time. Agh. I need to move out soon. I do. Be on my own, be all alone. Well, almost.

It'll be great to be alone with Skye for a week. When my social worker came to talk to me and Bent we talked a little about my going to the Netherlands. And Bent joked that we'd have to see if I even came back home. "Who knows, maybe you'll like it so much there that you'll stay", he said. Or something like that. Hehe. Well, why not. Maybe I'll just build a tree house in Skye's back yard and live there. And every night she would sneak out and we'd sleep together under the stars.

Oh, silly fantasies.

In other news, I have a new guestbook! Yes, that's right. I think the old one was getting too full. The last 3 times people signed it, it just timed out and left the entries in the database but not visible in the guestbook. I was walking around thinking everyone hated me and so on. And then it was just a technical issue. Most of you don't hate me at all! So, a new and fresh guestbook. I encourage you all to help it grow. The old one had 3242 entries. That's insane. I remember when I started plume and I didn't know anyone and I didn't even have a guestbook. And now all those memories, all those nice people filling the page. It always makes me a little nostalgic to look back at the older pages. All the sweet people. Some I miss a great deal. I wish I was better at keeping friends. But still, Plume has been very important for me over the last years. And there are 3242 reasons in that book. People that have walked with me on the way to recovery and into a better life. I love you guyses.

Funny thing about the new guestbook is that it's actually older than my old guestbook. Hehe. I was thinking about what to call my new guestbook and since the old one was called "plumebook", my brilliantly creative mind suggested "plumebook2" at first. But as I was on the signup page I started thinking that maybe it would be nice to have a guestbook with the same name as the diary. Even more brilliant, I'm sure you agree. So I tried signing up for "plume", but it was taken. Damn cybersquatters, I thought. I'd probably have to pay millions to get that username. But I went and looked at this plume.signmyguestbook thing, and much to my surprise I found that I was actually the owner! I had signed up for it back in the year 2000 (cue Conan O'brien thingie) and just forgot about it. Two years later Skye and Desiree (one of the missing ones) had signed it. And then another year went by without activity. And now it's active again. I think that's kinda funny. My original guestbook is now my new guestbook and what was my new guestbook is now my old guestbook.

And in case you haven't gotten the hint: sign my guestbook!

Okay.

That's about it. I saw a green truck today. It said EVERGREEN on it. I thought that was nice. I guess you had to be there.

<Chedda_work{FLAC}> np: Radiohead - There There. (The Boney King Of Nowhere.)
<Chedda_work{FLAC}> this album is absurd
<Chedda_work{FLAC}> "they use eloquent metaphors and complicated arrangements to express the uncertainty, fear and anger arising from the 2000 U.S. presidential election and a post-9/11 world." - amazon.com
<Chedda_work{FLAC}> what a load of crap...you can't understand what Thom Yorke is saying, he just fuckin lets the words drool out of his mouth
<Plume> you're absurd

A little slice of reality.

Some day I'm going to make some kind of reality show related thing. Plume and reality shows. There has got to be something there.

np: zwan - to love you