Well next weekend I'll be camping, so I'm not sure when I'll next be baring my soul.  I never assume that I'll have time during the week.  It'll be my first camping experience with my step-father, so it promises to be interesting.  I'm not sure where we're going, but apparantly I'll have to attend mass near San Simon or Saint David with Mom.  Considering the fact that we're leaving 4am Saturday, I suspect that I'll need to crash once we get home Sunday night.  I'm not sure that working a six day week that following week is going to make it any easier to post.  Oh well.  Family is important.  We all make sacrifices for them.  Besides, camping itself should be fun.  It'll be a great way for us to bond as family and for me to meet some of their friends.  We'll even have an opportunity to sweat in a lodge from what I understand. 

They've set their move out date as November 15th.  Now I just have to hope that he doesn't sabotage that.  He has a tendancy to sabotage things that are going well for him. 

Xanga has given me a free trial of their upgraded services for twenty-eight days.  It seems a lot cooler than that with which I first started.  It just hasn't sold me on paying for it yet.  If this journal has any readers who would care to influence me either way, feel free to do so. 

I had a strange dream this morning where CopperCon was held at my dreamworld hotel, but nothing seriously bad happened.  I missed out on all the stuff I wanted to attend because of behind the scenes work, something I usually fear will happen but doesn't.  Due to my frusration at this turn of events I called in my voice weblog to Xanga over their new local phone number.  Then a friend and I went undercover to infiltrate a fishing cruise business.  I don't remember why.  It just struck me as odd that I'd dream of a phone-in weblog.  I also feared not being kept up-to-date on my friends' logs while overloaded at-con.  I'm not sure why I feared that either.  Am I becoming dependant on keeping up with friends more that way rather than in real life?  I didn't fear it over Hexacon in the real world.  Here I go overanalyzing again. 

How does one respond to being told, "you're just a good person"?  I'm not used to such a large compliment.  Maybe jt didn't mean good in the way I think of good.  I think of good as an opposite of evil.  I try to be good, but I feel like I fall short so often.  Maybe I don't fall as short as I imagine myself.  I dunno.

Mike has asked me to ask Wayne if he'll lend Mike money.  I really wish he'd just get a temp job.  His classes are on Saturday and Sunday.  He should be able to get work at a temp agency for days he doesn't have class.  At thirty-four years he should realise that his parents have cut him off for a reason.  Of course, he thought he could get me to take out a loan for four thousand for him, so I doubt he'll ever realise much of anything when it comes to money.  It's hard for me to turn him down when he needs to borrow money for rent, gasoline, or food.  That doesn't mean I'm made of money, and I guess he finally realised that.  I'm just not sure I want to be stuck inbetween Wayne and Mike when it comes to money.  That could jeopardize either or both of my friendships.  We all saw how hard it was to keep those two from each others' throats when last they hung out together.  The way Wayne holds money over other people's heads and the way Mike can't keep money for twenty-four hours:  it just doesn't make for a good combination.  Oh well.  I'll probably do it anyway.  I don't want to see Mike on the streets.  Maybe I can convince Wayne of that he doesn't either.  Miracles can happen. 

Well, tonight is our last CuCon Programming Team meeting before the convention.  I hope Billy survives all this.  It's his first time as Programming Chair, and I'm not sure he's delegating as much as he could.  At least this promises to be one blast of a con! 

More on the mind of Paul later....