02.16.2002 - I'm In Hiding

There's something to be said for hiding from reality.

I woke up at the unpleasant hour of eight o'clock this morning to the harsh tones of my alarm. Wearing only a pair of gray boxers, I stumbled over to the phone and dialed the shop whose parking lot my car currently decorates. When I spoke with Cap'n Tub o' Goo, my tow truck driver, I asked him to tow me to a shop that would be open on Saturday. He suggested one of the shops that one of my column groupies also suggested, and said that all the shops located in this general area are open on Saturdays. After the phone rang for the twenty seventh time, I realized that the Cap'n lied to me.

I thought what we had was special.

Even though I had Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld's car for the weekend and I could get around if the need arose, I decided leaving the house presented too much risk for messed up junk to happen. As such, I spent the entire day in the confines of my apartment.

It wasn't so bad at first. I sat in bed eating cheese sandwiches and listening to the rain. Tasty sourdough bread only provided minimal distraction, however. Sitting alone in my bedroom led to two things: furious masturbation and thinking about my shitty financial/automobile situation.

I probably could have used someone to talk with just to distract me for a while, but none of the roommates were home and I was entirely against leaving the house. As the night drew on, however, I felt an overwhelming need to get out. Unfortunately, the long weekend drew many people out of town. Those that were home didn't seem interested in doing anything either. As a result, I spent my first Saturday night at home since July. Woo hoo.

I passed the evening slumped on the couch watching bad television and feeling sorry for myself. I'm glad this doesn't happen very often.

Even though my day wasn't fun by any stretch of the imagination, nothing terrible happened. My plan worked.

Maybe I'll actually try living life tomorrow.

-- Jeffy