Friday, September 13, 2002

I'm so very tired of all this stuff.

Death upon death upon death. That's all I can see.

I'm going to be concentrating on solidifying friendships. And not drinking. And not drinking.

Let this be my manifesto: I refuse to worry. Any more. I have two quests now.

Quests are good, you know, because they help you focus, and in these dangerous times, focus is so very important, lest I wind up on some Florida highway with a box of Morning Glory sparklers in the trunk and a pack of troopers on my tail. Ever wonder why it's harder to get good fireworks in this country than it is to get a handgun? That was one of Dumb Bastard's hobbyhorses, so I'm going to get off it now, and get back to focus, which is what this is all about.

So, focus. Two quests.

First quest: find Jeremy someone tall, dark, handsome, and nearly hairless for him to spend the rest of his life with.

Second quest: find out what the hell is up with Arthur, and get him to spend more time away from his s*shudder*r infested apartment and his dangerously icky unfriends (because that's what they are - I know this.)

Sounds easy enough. So, any handsome gay boys looking for a date? Any bug-loving librarians got leads on jobs?

Submit at the tone.....

Monday, September 09, 2002

I hate my boss. I hate my boss. I hate my boss.

Have I ever told you how much I hate my boss?

Have I used the word "kill"??? Have I used the word "evil"????

Today, I've been trying to find this file for her that doesn't exist. I know it doesn't exist because I've looked it up in the database every possible way, but she still insists it's there and that the computer system (and therefore I) lost it. So, I've been searching all freaking day for this file that at this point I sure as hell don't want to find.

My head is pounding. I've been in way too many annoying conversations today. And I just want to go home and find that big bottle of percosets my friend Tina stole from her dad after he had open heart surgery.