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Todd’s Journal:
Monday, January 17, 2011

* Mood: Frazzled
* Listening to: My Roommate
* Reading: The Gashleycrumb Tinies (Edward Gorey)
* Watching: My Roommate (he’s on his soapbox…again)
* Playing: Solitaire
* Eating: Pringles (“Loaded Baked Potato” flavor)
* Drinking: Sprite

I had no idea computer Solitaire could make you automatically lose without making a single move. Since I had nothing else to do today, I figured I’d play the game for a little bit. It’s a relatively brainless pastime and just enough motor activity to keep me stimulated whenever Dib gets on his kooky soapbox. I swear he does this at least twice a week. At least he isn’t boring; I get a lot of ideas for short stories just listening to his ramblings. At the same time, I wish he’d take the time to remember HE is the Psychology Major, not me. I can listen, but I can’t exactly offer him any advice.

To make a long story short, he’s had something on his mind and I’m not sure how to handle it. It all started after Zim—a former classmate from Dib’s old Skool; he mentions this guy a LOT—tapped into our wireless and illegally downloaded a rather embarrassing playlist. Dib’s a little worried that the RIAA is going to come after us and sue us into bankruptcy. Then again, he’s a rather paranoid guy. Maybe he’s exaggerating. He paced the room over and over again, telling me in profuse detail what he wanted to do to Zim. I listened and continued to move digital cards on my laptop.

Then it happened: my new game was over before I could move a single card. There wasn’t a single move I could make, and the computer counted this as a loss in my statistics! I was so annoyed that I shouted at the computer and lost my temper. Looking back, it probably wasn’t the best timing in the world. This happened a little over three hours ago. I’m in bed with Shmee, reading my story for class again, and Dib’s strangely quiet.

I feel a little bad saying this, but he’s NEVER quiet.

I feel even worse admitting that it’s a pleasant change.

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TYL 1: [link]
TYL 3: [link]

Description
Todd’s Journal:
Monday, January 17, 2011

* Mood: Frazzled
* Listening to: My Roommate
* Reading: The Gashleycrumb Tinies (Edward Gorey)
* Watching: My Roommate (he’s on his soapbox…again)
* Playing: Solitaire
* Eating: Pringles (“Loaded Baked Potato” flavor)
* Drinking: Sprite

I had no idea computer Solitaire could make you automatically lose without making a single move. Since I had nothing else to do today, I figured I’d play the game for a little bit. It’s a relatively brainless pastime and just enough motor activity to keep me stimulated whenever Dib gets on his kooky soapbox. I swear he does this at least twice a week. At least he isn’t boring; I get a lot of ideas for short stories just listening to his ramblings. At the same time, I wish he’d take the time to remember HE is the Psychology Major, not me. I can listen, but I can’t exactly offer him any advice.

To make a long story short, he’s had something on his mind and I’m not sure how to handle it. It all started after Zim—a former classmate from Dib’s old Skool; he mentions this guy a LOT—tapped into our wireless and illegally downloaded a rather embarrassing playlist. Dib’s a little worried that the RIAA is going to come after us and sue us into bankruptcy. Then again, he’s a rather paranoid guy. Maybe he’s exaggerating. He paced the room over and over again, telling me in profuse detail what he wanted to do to Zim. I listened and continued to move digital cards on my laptop.

Then it happened: my new game was over before I could move a single card. There wasn’t a single move I could make, and the computer counted this as a loss in my statistics! I was so annoyed that I shouted at the computer and lost my temper. Looking back, it probably wasn’t the best timing in the world. This happened a little over three hours ago. I’m in bed with Shmee, reading my story for class again, and Dib’s strangely quiet.

I feel a little bad saying this, but he’s NEVER quiet.

I feel even worse admitting that it’s a pleasant change.

.................

TYL 1: [link]
TYL 3: [link]