January 21, 2000.  a Friday.

 
 

  Well, here I am at work. in the NYU Journalism building's computer Help Desk.  I foolishly volunteered to work all days on Fridays.  So it's an 8-5 day for me today.  I suppose in a way that's good.  I mean, i need the money, and I wouldn't be doing much else at home besides sleeping.  But I really need some sleep.  Boy, there was a time when every entry from work started with that sentence.  I only slept like 2 hours last night.  And this morning I discovered that I set my alarm for PM instead of AM.  But I still woke up on time. Way to go, internal clock.
 

    So it's been almost exactly 7 months since my last groggy morning update.  An odd sensation to have at this point.  Curiously enough, I'm getting that same pain in my hands as I used to back when I was a video teleconferencing systems analyst in DC.  And this morning, I had a coffee and bagel with sausage and egg while trying to finally finish the Musings of The Gus and reading the Onion.  Just like the old days.  except the pay here is actually worse than it was than my old job.  A good line I came across:  "He told me that one of his recent life lessons has been that good jobs are just as much hell as bad jobs."

    Anyway, during my lack of sleep last night, I called Rodzilla around 4am.  i had nothing terribly interesting to report, but I kind of wanted to chat, seeing as how I was still awake and it was about 10 AM in France.  I told her the movie ideas that Jed and I had been discussing.  I don't think she was too amused.  She said they could probably be little skits, but not movies.  She's probably right.  I think she may have been a little confused why Jed and I found all that gay humor so amusing.   And to tell you the truth, I had a hard time explaining it myself.  Anyhow the conversation ended with Rodzilla posing a particularly disgusting and uncharacteristic scenario of her own, some wierd scatalogical fantasy.  Well, not really, but that's the most accurate description without getting into the disturbing details.

    So here I am at work.  I've had a number of small tasks this morning, but nothing too tough.  So I have 5 hours left.  This really is eerily reminiscent of my working days.  By the way, "reminiscent" is one of the words I have the toughest times spelling. I always have to look it up.

    by the way, I'm still thinking of starting a new, more secretive, mysterious journal.  the only problem is that I really like the name of this journal.  I think it's funny.  It kind of lets you know what you're getting before you read a word.  I like the name too much to just abandon it.  Then again, I'm sure even if i moved this page, anyone who wanted to find it could do so in about 10 minutes. I'm not very good at covering my tracks.

    I'm a little impressed that I've written this much in this entry, given that my last entry was completed about 11 hours ago.
 
 
 

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