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And suddenly, things got worse.

Fresh off the phone, Ericka in tirades about not getting married in the courthouse. There's nothing "romantic" about it. We'll never have a proper ceremony. We're all going to suffer, suffer, suffer and die a cruel and agonizing death. Oh, the humanity.

And I tell her I'm not marrying her if she's going to act like this stupid shit. That's an exact quote folks. That's right about when she hung up on me.

So here I am, probably going to dive myself back into the iSketch arena to dull the pain. Just finished watching Trainspotting. Damn fine flick. Ewan McGregor is a damn good actor. I respect the fact that he had the guts to tell the emperor he has no clothes and that at some point you just have to realize it wasn't that fucking good in the first place.

Sigh. Me and Ericka seem to be in a routine of nightly arguments. She's "frustrated" and I can do no right. What a world, I tell ya.

By the way, this is my last post until I'm married. So, here's your favorite bachelor signing off.
*poof*

Evan Erwin from URL @ 10:29 PM

And just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water.

Today Ericka calls and tells me that there's a chance we may have to pay big bucks for the new ultrasound coming up this Friday. Turns out the doctor, who isn't even doing the damn procedure, his nurse practitioner will, isn't on her healthcare "network", therefore we have to pay a $50 copay and 40% of whatever it may cost.

Dunno if you got the drift or not, but I don't think we'll go with that option.

Of course, Ericka's been super excited about this (and I have a little myself) and doesn't want to wait. She's having her mother get off early on Friday so she can come too (much to my chagrin--I'd rather it be a me and her only thing, but women and their mothers...). They can reschedule for the Monday after, but that's not recommended. Why? Because after I come back to work after missing 6 business days, there will be shit piled on my desk like you wouldn't believe. Unbelievable problems, crisees, you name it. Hell will freeze over, thaw, freeze a bit more until it reaches a slushy consistency, then re-freeze before I get back. This I guarantee. Everytime I take off from work, something drastic happens and the bossman doesn't know what to do about it. It's a sad little irony really, but I do seem to get some strange, perverse pleasure out of it.

Me and Ron have yet again changed the Hour of Chaos draft to something strange and meaningful, at least to us. Not that I have a problem with it. I also gave him a registered copy of Sophocles for free. That's a savings of over $50 folks!

Anyway, came home and here I be, just loafing around when I should be doing all sorts of things. Such as writing. Watching something. Playing something. Doing anything but what I'm doing right now, which isn't a whole lot. Oh well. Gotta run. Cya later, with many pre-marriage and pre-vacation updates to come.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 8:39 PM

Today I found the rings. God bless 'em, good ole Kay Jewelers come through in a pinch. Something like $60 for mine and $30 for Ericka's. I'm just happy I found them, and tonight I'm going up to the mall to pick em up. Hell, they can take till tomorrow for all I care. It's just important that I have them :)

The brownies by the way, which I cooked because Ericka insisted, were delicious.

I did fuck up though, today. I overslept, not getting into work until 8:15am when I was supposed to be here at 7am. That's, obviously, a bad thing. So, you know, since the boss kinda reacted harshly at first "You've been arriving late a lot here lately." "Yeah, I'll do better," I said, then he became his silent self and left me alone all day. Which, of course, makes me feel like shit. Sheesh. I'm not sure if he's into it with his ex-wife again, but he's acting like it. Anyway, so that happened.

Well, now we have to get back into the swing of things. Hopefully on Thursday I'll get Jeremy's dad to help me move the dining table, washer and dryer, and whatever else needs to be taken from one place to another. Tonight I get to chill out and write, as well as enjoy my surround sound and be happy in knowing that Friday I'm getting married and seeing my child (as well as knowing the sex) in 3d. Sweetness.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 5:36 PM

Yay! I just got my cable modem installed, and I am most pleased. A very very decent 300bps. Now I get to run to Wal-mart to get a baking pan and brownies (w/ walnuts--don't ask), as well as taking my old cable modem back to my house and retrieving my shaving supplies. I haven't shaved in over a week and let's just say I really look it. Okay, that's all, peace out.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 8:26 PM

So yesterday I did a bad thing. In fact, it was so bad, I have absolutely nothing to show for it. Yes, my dear friends, I did what I haven't done in quite a while: Zilch. Yup, I didn't do shit yesterday. Let's not forget the fact that I was supposed to help my mother move and that I was also supposed to move the washer/dryer/microwave/dining table to my house. Nope, just forgot all about that. Well, I don't know if forgot is the word, but it's the first that comes to mind.

Yesterday I accomplished little other than reading books and watching movies. Not much else was done folks. It's really sad. I did however, get one thing done: I wrote about two pages on my novel. It's been a week since I've worked on it any and I was getting worried. The last thing I wanna do is come this far just to give up. Even if the book is a breach birth, even if its aborted, strangled, fetus-like shell of a work comes out and I hate it forever and ever, at least I can say that I finished it. That a few rewrites won't hurt it. That I can move on and write something else. That's my one rule on the whole novel thing, is that I can't write anything "literary" (ie, non-screenplay) until I finish the fucking thing or burn it in a sacrificial ceremony (and that second option isn't as outrageous as you think).

I've got some loud neighbors. In fact, I've got a little loudness myself. After having successfully hooking up my surround sound system, in a room that seems destined for it no less, I am a happy, happy film nut. DVDs sound great (I pumped a little Fantasia 2000 just for kicks) and I am most pleased. I'd like to run the cable (ie, TV) volume through my receiver, for full surround sound all the time (or at least pseudo surround sound--don't get me started), but I think that's pushing it. Instead, I'll just love my surround sound and pound on my novel and pray that someday I can buy a camera to start and make movies. Hell, I need to find someone with a camera (they have the curious ability of never being used until some little sneak asks to use it instead--much like CDs you never listen to but when someone wants to borrow them you desperately must hear one of them) and go shoot my own damn flick. Just try something out. Maybe an eight-minute no-budget short that no one will ever see but will help in my editing/sound design skills. Yeah, that sounds great. No actors, or at least, just friends pretending to be actors (and who knows, they might have a knack they never knew about. I once found a knack in my kitchen, but the pest control guys got rid of that. Anyway.).

Tonight my future mother and sister in law are coming over. I don't know if this means the whole clan, as in, my father/sister/brother/neice/nephew in law, or just the two. Probably the latter. I'll have a wonderful headache-filled evening that I can't wait to escape (yup, that rhymed). More on that tomorrow.

Ericka went to put a deposit on the gas today. How much was it? 150 dollars. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I about shit my pants. We paid that much to get both the electricity and water cut on. AT THE SAME TIME. No, for gas, which will probably run less than $30 a month, we have to fork over what could amount to almost 6 months of payments. Jesus Christ. What kind of business, let alone utility (where a monopoly is practically guaranteed), is so scared of deadbeats they require that much just to turn the fuckin thing on? God help us all.

And, speaking of God, I've got my wedding planned at the courthouse this Friday at 10am. To be done by County Clerk. Not to mention that fact that we don't have rings yet. Not to mention the fact that Zales tried to charge us five hundred fucking dollars for them. Not to mention the fact that Zales, after learing I wasn't about to spend $500 on two bands of gold (white and yellow, respectively), did everything they could to get us to anyway. Fuck that shit. What's worse is that I was all by myself in that store, and those two clerks hounded me like hungry vultures over a dead muskrat. They just wouldn't let me go away. It was unbelievable. Anyway.

So now Ericka wants her old Sentra back. She's already got 77k miles on her Mitsubishi Eclipse and I'm glad she's mentioning it now, while the miles are still low enough to get a good price on the car (and pay off her $10k loan on the bastard). Plus the Sentra would be baby (and insurance) friendly.

So, basically, I'm in a stressful-like hell. Ron and me however did get over the whole spat thing (it was ugly, believe you me) and are rewriting (for the 100th time) Hour of Chaos to suit needs and dumb readers alike. This should be interesting.

Cya

Evan Erwin from URL @ 4:37 PM