Beating Down the System

I had intended a hy-larioius update yesterday about my dealings with the government.

You see, I had a violation that needed some record cleansing, and I needed to go downtown and pay off some folks. Well, I am not generally happy about paying people. Especially, the government. Especially, because they tell me I can't drink and drive. Well, actually they didn't tell I couldn't do that, they just tell me not to hit things when I do.

Anyway, the point is that when you head to downtown to pay the unnecessary fee, you also have to park.

This is where they actually get you. The fee for my violation was $10. The flat rate parking was $11.

Forget about it!

I circled several times, and then saw my moment of anarchy.

Two blocks away was a McDonalds. Free parking!

Hah! I pulled in, parked for NO charge, walked into Mickey D's and ordered a #2, no pickle, and, wala, I had free parking, lunch, and the smug satisfaction of beating the system.

Look out Johnny Law, you are no match for the chinhole!

As I said, I had intended to write that yesterday.

After coming back home, and running some errands, a friend called and asked to come by. He needed to do something for me, and he was in the area. I was excited to have the thing done, and to have him over.

He is one of the friends who is "taking care of me". He calls about twice a week, and always at least says, how are you doing? You know, with that silent implication of, " cuz we all know you aren't doing well".

So, he walks in, we hug, he says, How are you doing?

I immediately say, I'm fine. I always say that. Mostly it is true. Yesterday, as soon as I said it, I realized it wasn't true.

This wave of sadness washed over me. I just wanted to break down and cry to him. I knew right then, I must be repressing a ton of emotion for it to be surfacing like this.

But, I really didn't know why I was sad. How can I tell him I'm sad without saying why?

Plus, I had just said I was fine. What sort of crazy says, Oh sure, all is cool, and then when you move on to the next subject, switches gears and goes all gooey on you?

Not to mention, he is having a crappy time himself. As soon as he knew/thought I was good, he launched into his own version of "the crappy times".

Later, after much talk and deeds done, I did tell him that I was revising my initial proclamation. Of course, he said he knew, but was just waiting for me to say it.

Bastard.

I still am not sure why. I mean, there is the obvious, but I was really acclimating to that, or I think I was.

Oh well.

Why is it always Fridays that seem to get to me. Then at night, I have to go through these sommersaults to get up for my show.