There is no D., Vincent, Bob, Jay or Jack. There is only Diablo II. Seriously, this game has totally sucked all other entertainment out of my social circle. Vincent and Bob both have it on their respective machines. D. has been doing weaselly things like offering Bob experience points in his Mage game for a chance on Bob's computer. (Anne and I were over there the night he did that. There really is nowhere else in town to go. "Now wait just one minute," we said. D said, "But Dante and I used to do stuff like this all the time!") My computer will not play Diablo II. D. almost had me convinced to buy a new one, until I learned he wanted to keep it over at Vincent's house. Um, no.

They've all been playing pretty much since it came out. I remained calm. This, too, will pass, I reminded myself. Last weekend, Jay brought his computer over to Vincent and Bob's. They linked them all together to play multiplayer. Jack didn't bring his computer, but he brought the disk with his character on it. I am never going to see D. again.

Monday night, Dante's computer arrived, and they promptly got it all assimilated too, so Jay could take his computer home. (He's coming this weekend! Woo!) It's so funny, to go over there. Three computers. All playing Diablo. And there's still always at least one person just hanging out, waiting for a chance on one of the computers. D. is that person a lot less than you might think.

My new nametag sucks. No, it really really sucks. Nick made all the waitresses nametags on his computer today. It looks like it was made on a computer. It looks like it was printed on a not particularly good printer, and covered with a layer of that clear protective stuff and had a safety pin glued to the back. You think that's funny? Wait till I tell you what it says. "Yor Server is Ana Ng." Yup. "Yor." Followed by my first and last name.

And I can't even say anything. I don't want to hurt his feelings. He seemed so proud of these nametags. He likes making things on his computer. His English isn't so good. I just can't bring myself to tell him how badly executed this clever idea of his was. "Yor Server is Ana Ng." Eek.

The library had another book sale today. Jack and I went. I spent $12.85. Remember, this is at 10-25 cents a book. Sixty fucking three more books! It's ok, though. Before two months ago, I went a very long time without acquiring many new books at all. Eventually, I'm going to get this book-buying mania out of my system. Twitch twitch. Oh, yes, I will.

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