I think my old iBook just died.  Not my main one, but the other one that I use to serve MP3s and store backup stuff.  It had frozen on me a couple of times today (=yesterday), requiring cold reboots. And just now it made a couple of godawful clonking noises and froze again.  I shut it off, noting that the bottom was CRAZY HOT.  Waited awhile for it to cool down and turned it back on.  Now I’m getting the folder icon in the middle of the screen, blinking from the Happy Mac to a question mark to a Happy Mac, ad infinitum.  Whatever happened to the sad-face Mac?  I guess it scared people, maybe they got rid of it.  But I know what’s up… I mean if a noise like that doesn’t elicit any kind of frown from my machine, there’s definitely something wrong with it.  ;-)

I just checked, and my AppleCare for that iBook is good through 3/1/05, so I’m good.  I’ll call ‘em tomorrow.  This is the same hard drive they put in after the first one failed about 6 months after I bought the machine… I know in my heart that thunking sound I heard HAD to have been the thrashes of a dying disc.  I’ve heard it so many times in my life, it’s just like… Oh. Nice.  Great sound there.

I was going to maybe go see T-Model Ford at the Blues Fest today, because he kicks my ass.  Tried to scare up somebody to go with me but couldn’t raise any interest.  I didn’t want to go by myself. But anyway I thought the show was later than it turned out to be.  Got sucked into the Cubs game, and holy crap!  It turned into like 35 innings.  But we won.  And I got some typing done, so whatever.  Another day turns into another week.  But… I really need to find a couple of good-to-go activity pals, it’s kinda pathetic.  In order to make friends you have to leave the house to actually meet them, and I’m unwilling to do that most of the time, heheh.

Here’s a really pathetic thing: sometimes I get phone calls, and I can see from the caller ID that it’s one of John’s pals, who is also at least theoretically supposed to be my pal too, far as I know.  I answer the phone ready to give them his new number… I say "Hello? … Hello? … HELL…OOOOO!!!" and hear a click.  They’ve just hung up on my damn face.  They don’t know it’s me.  They think they’re calling John at his apartment, they use the old number, they hear a woman’s voice and they think it’s some random lady.  Either that or I really have been excommunicated from the Chicago social scene!  ::sigh::

Good thing John and I can both laugh about this.  He’s my friend and even if he is the only person in this whole blessed town who’s crazy enough to call me up just to say hi, that’s pretty much enough for me most days.  When you have a friend like that, it makes up for a whole lot!  But, like I said, it would be nice to have friends I could call up to do stuff with once in awhile.  I’m such a frickin’ loner, I don’t really like hanging out with people for no good reason, so… I dunno.  It’s difficult.  My antisocial attitude, and my current hermit lifestyle don’t really give me the opportunity to meet people to socialize and do stuff with, that’s the catch-22.  I want to, but I don’t.  Going out would involve leaving the house, and that’s something I SHOULD do, and would probably be a lot of FUN to do, but I just don’t up and do it on my own.  I guess if I go too stir crazy I might have to break down and change those behaviors. You LEAVE the house, EVEN if it means you might potentially NOT have a good time, you may well sit there bored with no one to talk to.  Same as when you go out with somebody else, heheh.