r0nin

It's funny how I think that not having to work for a week is great untill about 4 days into the week when I realize I'm bored out of my fucking skull.... There is absolutely nothing to do here today so I'll probably end up sitting in front of the computer for a few hours till everyone else gets off work.. I've been looking at more places in the city and the search is getting pretty old... I'm about to give up on buying a place and just rent somewhere.

I'm really missing spending so much time in NY, since I moved back to Chicago I almost never get to NY.. I keep getting calls about working on various projects there and have to turn them down... There was a time when I'd never turn down work in NY... I dunno... Maybe I'm having second thoughts about this whole moving back to Chicago thing... It certainly hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be, but then again... what in my life ever is???

So... I've been teaching my 5 & a half year old niece how to use a computer and damn this kid is smart! I built her a machine the other day so she could have her own and now as soon as she gets a chance, she's on it for hours. Reminds me of myself when I was her age.. I was always tinkering with something electronic, usually one of my grandfather's old computers.

I finally exploded on my dad this week after he made excuse after excuse for never being there for me... We have this little family drama going on right now concerning who will take custody of my niece and because for once in my life I actually agree with my mother, no one on my dad's side of the family has been speaking to me... I've been back for months now and he hasn't called me a single time to even ask how I was doing, so I called him the other day after my mom told me what he did to her after their court appointment.. The fucker got right up in her face and physicaly threatened her! So I lay into him about that and then start asking him why he never calls me.. He makes 3 entirely different excuses in 15 minutes and that's where I lost it.. I said something like "don't worry, I got along fine without you for 27 years, I think I'll be fine from here on out!" I basically told him that as far as I'm concerned he's dead and then hung up the phone. Oh fucking well.... I guess that means he'll tell my grandfather to take me out of the will... How will I ever survive without the approval of such fine people??? *rolls eyes* I'm ashamed to has the same name as these fucking people! I'm seriously concidering changing my last name... Drastic perhaps...

So yeah... That's my week... How was yours?

Oh and here's me looking like fucked over dogshit after a combined 5 hours of sleep in 3 days...