Another weekend, another two days spent at home staring at these white walls. The staring leads to introspection, and after about an hour or so, I have to find something to do to get rid of the chatter in my head.

EJ and I had lunch at the Atlanta Fish Market and chewed the fat about a number of things. Ironically, I’m actually looking forward to the party.

Do you remember Mr. Palindrome? I met him a few weeks ago at Jason’s Deli when Buffy and I went out shopping. Since then, I’ve been making futile attempts to contact him, but his cell phone’s always turned off. I leave a number, and hope for a call back. Today, he finally called back…and somehow I wish he hadn’t.

Karsh: Well! I’ve finally tracked you down.

Mr. Palindrome: Yeah…who is this?

K: This is probably weird, but you gave me your number a few weeks ago…

Mr. P: I did?

K: Umm…yeah. I wouldn’t be calling you if you didn’t give it to me.

Mr. P: Oh, you! I didn’t think you were going to call.

K: Why?

Mr. P: Because I’m straight.

K: Huh?

Mr. P: Yeah. I’ve got a girlfriend. Sorry to lead you on.

K: Then why the fuck did you give me your number?

Mr. P: Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Jackass.

Everyone is always busy on the weekends. I’m beginning to wonder if I should alter my work schedule so I work on weekends too. Taurean’s busy. Buffy’s moved to Texas to take a job. Doo-Wop doesn’t want to hang out again after the HurryDate fiasco. Turning Japanese is one of Taurean’s friends, and we don’t hang out unless he’s present. Ri¢hie Ri¢h never wants to hang out with me, even if I suggest something. He’d rather we remain phone friends. Which basically leaves me and the NNP. Big whoop.

I’ve gotten so restless today I actually started designing webpages. Six webpages plus four wallpapers equals one bored black gay blogger. And tomorrow? Back to work, 10 to 6, for five more days. Then another weekend. Then work. Then another weekend.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.