Weekend At Bernie's Howie stopped by to hang out with me today. We did the usual things that two geeks do when they hang out together: we played a little Xbox, I broke out the Nintendo 64 for a little old school gaming with The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, we played with my collection of Star Wars figures and I showed Howie my dad's collection of old comics. Howie was quite impressed with the comic books, and I was impressed by how carefully he handled them.

After Howie left, my mom stopped by. It's so nice that she takes the time to travel all the way from the trailer in the yard to visit me.

She had seen Howie leave earlier and she was curious about him. As you may recall, until recently, I didn't have any friends, so seeing me have a visitor must have seemed strange. When I explained that he was a friend from work, she seemed delighted. She suggested that I invite him over for supper tomorrow so she and dad can meet him.

I called Howie and asked him if it could make it over the next day. Much to my dismay, he said "yes." It's not that I mind them meeting each other. It just seems like the second I get a bit of a life, my mother feels the need to stick her nose in it. To be fair, I guess that's partly my fault. If I could just get my act together, stop mooching off my parents, and move the hell out of their house, my mother would probably feel less inclined to tune into The Bernie Show. I'd have a life of my own, in a place of my own.

In other words: I'd be like a (gulp) adult.

I hope that wouldn't mean that I'd have to stop playing with my Star Wars figures.

Seriously, would it?
- Bernie  ¶ 11:15 PM