So as planned, tonight didn't go as planned.

I tried calling my friendly a couple times, but didn't figure there would be an answer or return call. There wasn't. Of course I could've left a message, but it'd have been dumb. It wouldn't change anything; there'd still be no return call.

To prep for making the call, I walked to the gas station to buy a lighter and smoked part of a cigar on the way back. I didn't really think there was the remotest chance of contact, but what kind of idiot would I be if I didn't try?

The kind of idiot that doesn't try, I guess.

I tried to call a ton of other people, just wanting to hear a human voice and talk about things that didn't matter. I tried to call Schatze since she has a birthday soon and we never talk anymore, not even about heat transfer through light waves and shit. No answer there. I tried to call Swift...also has a birthday soon, but she apparently doesn't even have service on the cell phone number I have anymore. I tried Sola, busy, then again later but no answer.

On and on down the line. Eventually I got to my male list. I don't have that many programmed into my phone. Dünkel I had just seen the weekend before. That'd be weird to call him. Jay? I think I pissed him off. Robo? Was he truly okay with me after the police decided to search his house because of his association with me?

He was. We had a good talk, albeit a quick one since he was leaving with some people. He had been in town the day before but didn't know how to contact me. He was coming again soon, but I have to work a double shift that day. We'll figure something out. The old philosophers always find their way to each other.

There was my crazy math partner from first semester. I gave him a ring. He was with his girlfriend, watching TV. I didn't keep him very long, neither of us really know what to say anymore. It's just the, "I'll have to come up there sometime," thing now. The thing where you know they'll never really come "up there."

I had the ingenius idea of calling some of the K-team, but this was complicated by multiple factors. One, I have to use my room phone. Two, I don't remember how to dial international numbers on the room phone because I've never done it, and Three, I didn't actually have any of their numbers written down anywhere. I decided that I'll make myself write to the ones I have addresses for soon, whether I have anything to say or not.

So, there or not, I guess I've got a bigger support group than I think. Although most of them are distant now, the people that I actually turned to in my first time of...you know...turning to people are a great group.

This doesn't mean that I won't view it as a great loss to lose one of them, though. How do you decide which eye to pluck out, which ear to cut off? Isn't one as painful as the other? I suppose all I can really do is continue as I am so that if I am needed once more, I will be there as much for a comrade-on-sabbatical as a comrade with whom I am engaged in conversation. In the end, I'm truly only a compilation of all of them, strangers to each other, come together in one being.

The one being with the best hair, Nano.

How to prioritize:

Step One: Determine priorities.
Step Two: Order priorities in a logical manner.
Step Three: Review order, weighing pros and cons of completion sequence.
Step Four: Reorder if necessary.

Step Five: Shuffle priorities and complete at random.

Things to do today included: Picking up hand sanitizer and antiperspirant/deodorant, calling tech support about my computer, resolving a potential conflict with an old friend, saving my job.

The logical order would be:

1) Save job in order to ensure life and further education.
2) Get hygiene products so I don't freak out about being less than 100% sanitary.
3) Call tech support, meanwhile utilizing the computer labs provided by the university.
4) After making up work tonight that I missed over the holiday, call my pally and straighten out whatever little I might be able to straighten out.

The order I did things in:

1) Got hygiene products and used them in the parking lot. Germ-X is a gift of the gods. Prometheus has nothing on Germ-X.
2) Called tech support. They said they'd send me a replacement laptop keyboard that I'd have to install myself. Thanks a lot, guys. I wonder what they do when they have a customer who isn't experienced with computers. Do they "walk through" those people? Pff.
3) Called my friend, who I wasn't expecting to be there or answer. She either wasn't there, or didn't answer. I'll try again after work when I'm filthy and cranky, that'll be fun.
4) Called in work. Apparently I still have a job. They must really love me. First they let me take a week off, then they overlook the fact that I skipped holiday work. Not that I knew I was supposed to work the holiday or that they told me in advance, but still. By all accounts I should've been fired from there months ago.

Things to do tonight:

1) Call friend again. Hang up on her answering system again.
2) Call other friend whom I haven't spoken to in a few months to chit-chat. I'll tell her how she was in one of my dreams, and she'll think that's neat, then we'll talk about stupid crap for an hour and then not call each other for another two or three months.
3) Listen to freshly acquired Rammstein singles.
4) Do German homework while listening to Rammstein singles, but space out and think of how to become president, turn the presidency into a dictatorship, kill as many people as possible, and make SyK my main henchman.
5) Take a shower and think about futility in a way that would make the goths piss themselves, but not take any action on it.
6) Crawl into a tunnel I'll make out of my comforter and sleep to Dvorak, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and even that wretched Chopin, whom I've decided to give another chance.

I won't bother the order of those, though. They require no courage.