time-waster supreme

I was in Barnes and Noble this morning and something really, really, really fucking weird happened to me. I was getting ready to leave the store when this man (who I'd noticed walking in front of another store earlier) came up to me and asked to buy me a coffee (I don't actually drink coffee, btw). He said he was waiting for his wife and was going to get some coffee anyway. That sort of put me at ease and I figured it couldn't hurt. He looked into my eyes and told me I was a writer (which covers a large portion of people on livejournal) and that he was one, too. He bought a cookie and a cupcake both red and asked if I liked the color. Red is my favorite color (no, I wasn't wearing it, entirely black and grey today) and we started talking about writing and I started noticing his hands were shaking and he was a little...intense (and he says a lot of really odd stuff that I don't wish to recount).

He said I should go int neuroscience and then...then he started talking about how he was my guardian angel and that it was no coincidence that we met that day. I, of course, regret talking to him immediately and I think "This guy is fuck nuts so be nice maybe he won't try to kill you in the middle of the store". So I sit there I nod and look into his eyes. I occasionally try to make eye contact with some of the other patrons but this does no good.

I eventually get away from this guy (with only a carton of organic chocolate milk to remember him by) and I head to the Apple Store to calm my nerves (I haven't converted to Macs-my deep and abiding loathing for using their products won't allow that to happen). Technology always helps settle me down. Unfortunately, while I was in the store, that same guy came up behind me. I got out of their quick as I could but I hurried over to the other side of the shopping complex to get away from him.

That's all. I think that was plenty, don't ?

My poor ancient computer gave up the ghost last night.

*pauses for a moment of silence*

Will be scarce until I get a chance to replace it.

Every so often for as long as I can remember I've had what I call apathetic periods. And I'm going through one now. It's actually pretty interesting. I know that in a while (a few weeks, few months, etc) I'll snap out of it. I always do. But for the moment, I just don't care. About anything. And I know that when I do snap out of it, I'll feel all frantic and worried and contrite and I absolutely know this and it still doesn't make a difference. I simply don't care at the moment.

I have done absolutely nothing. And that suits me just fine. I wish someone had gotten me a cake though. I really cake. And cookies. And ice cream, but mostly cake.