It's 9:00 on friday night and I just put away my work and I'm feeling a little bit like a looser. My friend Shannon is having a birthday party up on the coast near Cannon Beach, lots of the peeps from PDX rolling out, but I'm too pooped to make a three hour drive, and I've got a 10am phone call tomorrow so...

Ah Eugene. I never really hit it here socially. Never had a girlfriend (save for one summer which was extended off an existing relationship). Never really made much of myself here at all, and most of my native friends have moved on, so being back to stay a while I'm kind of at a loss. Playing basketball in the rain for a half hour with the guys from Grass Commons and getting drunk with Jesse are the most significant social contacts I've had all week. I realize now that all this time I've been here I never called my grandma -- for shame.

So it's the Friday night blues for me. Well, I have a DVD to watch (Brazil!), and I need to go look for clothes tomorrow, and clean the house before my Mother returns. And there's always work, so it's not as though I don't have things to do. It's just that I wish I had people to see too.

Next Friday will be my friend Cian's birthday party here, and next Saturday I'll be going to Portland to see Todd Snider which should be a hell of a good time. And shortly after that I'll be on the road and headed for the next thing. This too shall pass.