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I finally had a decent session at the keyboard last night/early this morning; I'm feeling optimistic that I can catch up on the book's deadline this month. I'm still a little disturbed that I'm feeling so dispassionate towards writing on a subject in which I've traditionally held in esteem and reverence. I really need to try something with more creative independence after I get this out of the way, as freelancing is proving a tad too stifling this time. Granted, this will mean finding a new publisher and tackling a much bigger project, but I still have a couple aces tucked away in regards to that.

My social life is getting progressively odder, although I'm not sure if it is in a negative or positive aspect. The drunk girl I keep mentioning I have finally got to spend time with while she is sober, and she's actually pretty nice and fun without alcohol. This is good, as it lowers the chances of her picking fights and doing even more embarrassing things that I haven't mentioned here. A lot of the things I had held in doubt of her are getting explained finally, which is a relief to my constant anxieties in regards to odd behavior. The oddest, no doubt, applies to the friend who introduced us. She (the mutual friend) has always acted odd when the subject of me taking out drunk girl comes up, and she constantly butts in whenever I try to really talk to drunk girl during our regular bar outings. Drunk girl assumed that our friend was interested in me and wanted to cock block her, while I just assumed she was being protective. As it turns out, she just wanted to keep drunk girl single so she can continue her 4 year long quest to convince her to have sex with her husband....Occam's Razor definitely would not have worked on that one, because it certainly come out of left field for me. Okay, I really need to set the back story before I go any further with this.

Our friend's husband is a total dick; another male loser stereotype you see on the boards constantly. His wife is the second person he's ever had sex with, and the number of friends in his life could be counted on one hand. In short, he's not severely lacking on the social skills. He also resembles a really short version of the Unabomber, minus the hood and charisma. So, like any backwards retard that manages to con a woman into marrying him, he treats our friend like shit, and has he trained her into the role of the co-dependent. In addition to keeping her self-esteem down and her self-loathing up, he's got talked into trying to find him other people to have sex with. I'm not sure of the logic he used, but he does have the poor girl thinking some really stupid things, so I doubt I could salvage any sense from the argument he used. For whatever reason, she is determined that her husband's extramarital affair will be our friend, Drunk Girl.

Despite four years of failure in seducing the same girl, they continue on their ardous journey. The tactics are equally ridiculous; she thinks if she can get her back to their hot tub after a drinking session, then her totally appealing husband will some how seduce her. Fortunately, Drunk Girl is no where near capable of getting drunk enough to screw this guy, but this does not deter them. They constantly try to lure her over with cake or gifts, but to no avail. They come over every day to perform unneccessary home projects with the hopes that the sight of a shirtless, glowering Oompa Loompa will some how spark a fire within her loins that never existed before then.

I just found this out a couple nights ago, as was testified to me by both Drunk Girl and her mom. Four years. I can only find the humor in it because (A) She and I know she's in no real danger, as both time and our friend's nature conclude that they would not cross any lines involving non-consent (B) Our friend is not willingly doing this, but rather its a side effect of being stuck in an unhealthy relationship that some would argue constitutes abuse on the part of the husband (verbal, anyway, as physical abuse would require a step ladder, and we know that he would get one punch in before pounded him into hamburger) and (C) my friend denied the whole thing when I brought it up to her, and I know her well enough to know that she would only hide something from me if she was really, really ashamed of her actions, which leads me to believe that she is not trying nearly as hard as she could, whether she knows it or not.

So, while I have still sworn off dating, I think I'll keep taking Drunk Girl solely on the grounds of having someone interesting to talk to and to deter the bumbling seducers. Their futile quest was put on hiatus when she dated a guy who was friends with Mini-Manson, so I'm thinking that giving the perception that Drunk Girl and I are a couple would bring her relief from the underwhelming charms of the married dickhead. I've played the faux boyfriend a million times before this; usually to discourage stalkers or convince the parents of a friend that their daughter isn't gay (sidenote: is there an official term that describes the lesbian version of a beard? A beard, in case you do not know, is a woman who poses as a gay man's gf/wife in order to keep his sexuality a secret; mostly seen in Hollywood). Aside from the charade, I have no idea if I am interested in her anymore in romantic way, but I do regard her as a friend and I hate to see her in this weird predictament.

Besides...What else do I have to do around here? Cockblocking insane midgets is fun!