My phone service cut out earlier tonight, and it's insane how fast that can turn me into a crazy paranoid lunatic, not to mention surly. I walked to the closest payphone, but it's one of those privately run ones that costs a ton of money. So I dialed 0 and then the guy came on saying his company's name, which I forget, and I go "How can I talk to a real operator?" and he sort of indignantly said "this is a real operator", so I said "oh fine, a BELL operator". That got him annoyed and he said "use a Bell phone" and I said "that's retarded" and then he hung up before I could start telling him what a ripoff company he worked for, that his life was a joke, etc. I am such a mean jackass when I am sleepy and someone wants me to pay 75 cents to make a local call.
Anyway, so I go to a real payphone and everything, and then on the way home I became incredibly paranoid, like all of a sudden I'm Sandra Bullock in that terrible THE NET movie and I'm going to walk in my door and someone else is going to be in my bed eating BBQ chips and watching SCTV, and claiming to be me. But then luckily noone was and that just wound up being me. In 5 minutes.
The moral of the story is this: Sometimes things sound interesting until you type them into an online diary.
3:20 a.m. - 2001-05-01