Daily Aggravations and Regrets

 January 28, 2000 Friday

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     Well, here I am at work.  You know, it's not so bad.  The day has passed really quickly.  It's nearly 2:30 now.  Naturally, I've been busying myself on the internet all day. I have three assigments and a shitload of reading, all due Tuesday, so I'm  a bit stressed about that. I ought to be writing my paper, but, as they say, fuck it, two tears in tha bucket.

    An email from Crushing Dan Rushing, my roommate at the SHOE, just now.  I guess that's where all the west coast hits are coming from.  It's odd how you think of random people for no real reason, and then boom, they're there.  How odd

    I was just now reading some older entries, and I stumbled upon the little "Day in the life" entry i wrote when bored on April 27, 1999.  I thought it was just dumb then, but reading it just now I was laughing out loud.  Particularly at the last bit that says "Repeat cycle. After 2 or 3 years, take own life."  I thought that was a gas. 

    I was also remembering that whole Berry fiasco, especially in light of my recent apartment problems.  there have been times since then that I've felt a little bad about what happened.  But reading over how I felt at the time, I feel completely justified and don't feel an iota of remorse.  And I see no similarity between my current roommate problems and with her. I'm glad I keep this journal.  It's so much easier to recall moments of rage and lose feelings of guilt.

    So besides all  my schoolwork, the weather will probably make this an uneventful weekend.  But that's aight.  I have tons to do anyway, and a lot of TV to watch. And some more geek stuff to do on the computer.

    By the way, Jen of On My Turf commented that I sounded drunk on my January 25 entry.  I was not.  I didn't notice any discernable difference, but I guess she thought I sounded particularly belligerent.  i wasn't really making fun of the brain-damaged Aussie, especially after I found out.  That he was Australian, that is.  i've seen Crocodile Dundee enough times to know not to fuck with them.  then there was that episode of the Simpsons where they go to Australia. What wonderful lessons of life you can learn on TV.