Another Monday crosses our path.

I think it's a good thing that human beings aren't omnipotent. I think there's a cosmic reason that omnipotence remains a dream of human megalomania. Humans are small, petty, spiteful creatures sometimes. Today some guy cuts me off in traffic... actually, turns left behind me as I'm signalling to make a left turn myself. They were some of those cap-wearing vat clones in a boom-truck. If I had been omnipotent just then, I would have fried them all. Used my godlike powers to transform their little rapper-truck with its lawnmower tires into a deadly Juggernaut of spinning gears and razor-sharp edges, mashing our young heroes into long ropes of bloody paste. Or maybe just turned them inside out. Or exploded their eyeballs. If I were omnipotent.

But, of course, I'm not. And, like I said, a good thing. If humans were more like gods, they'd be Greek gods; petty and trifling, meddling in things that aren't their business and generally making trouble. It's not something I would wish for, personally.

Last night I stayed up until 4:00 a.m. talking with my friends. One of those good, long conversations that make you forget what time it is. Of course, today, I'm psychotically fatigued. It is not a good day to get cut off in traffic. This, of course, is the price that you pay. It was a good conversation. A lot of laughing, a lot of old jokes, a few new jokes, and even some serious moments (who knew)? These are good things, valuable things.

It's a guilty pleasure, though. I spend a lot of time with these people, who mean a lot to me, and I think about my parents, who are probably wondering if I'm still alive by now, and my sister, who sent me a phone card and wants to hear from me. I still haven't called. Baring my soul to strangers, and refusing to make the time to talk to my own family. Is this a side effect of being online so much? Is it just habit? Or, as Oliver Platt said in Flatliners, "maybe we're all just fucked in the head". I need to stop becoming like my father and pick up the damn phone.

It's so hard to find something to say, though. Hi, sis. Still married to that well-meaning bum? Is your life all you thought it would be? Do you still feel that distance between us, that lack of a sibling relationship that we never really seemed to have? I was too young when you moved away. When you came back we were both strangers. Our lives have gone in completely opposite directions. If we weren't of the same blood, we'd be two people who would never even become friends. So how are you? Howaya, howaya, howaya?

So much to be said, so little to say.

A small entry from the Mutual Admiration Department, and then we're out of here. I got an email from an old friend today, who ran across my page. I don't know if he wants to be quoted, so I'll leave him anonymous for the time being. But I wanted to quote him here:

Victory is mine.

I'm sleepy. It's nappy-time. Bye now.