I'm Stuck in Folsom Prison, and Time Keeps Draggin' On...

Okay, I'm an even bigger Johnny Cash fan than I once was. I don't know how accurate Walk the Line is, but as a movie, I loved it. I decided that I am crazy about pretty much any song that has "blues" in the title (i.e. "Folsom Prison Blues," "Subterranean Homesick Blues," and "Yer Blues." The movie brought back haunting memories of the late great Marty Scott. I never dreamed I'd miss that guy nearly like I do. He was my inspriration for going into creative writing, first of all. First got me interested in the U of Iowa (though I doubt I'll go there), and he got me interested in blues and bluegrass (he had this awesome Johnny Cash poster in his office... after he died I considered asking if I could have it, provided his ex-wife didn't want it... guess I didn't get to it in time... probably got thrown away).

So today Kris says he wants to do stuff together during the summer. He suggested karaoke and swimming. I vetoed both ideas. So the jury is still out. I think it could be fun, but provided we do something I actually enjoy. I don't know why I'm so conflicted about Kris. Some days I'm really interested in him, and some days I just want to be friends. And then there are days like today where I feel both ways. Must be my bipolarness... or the fact that I'm ragging :)

Speaking of such...

I had to work from 1:30 to 5:00 this afternoon. And I not only didn't feel at my peak, but I definitely was not in the mood to joke with my boss, who had a migraine and thus was in a silly mood. Workplace drama.