So I'm sitting here
hard at work, mildly annoyed. I have a lot to do tonight, and I'd
be extremely annoyed, if I wasn't so darn apathetic about everything,
including being annoyed. So I suppose the apathy has dulled my annoyance
to a bearable numbness. The weekend was sort of spoiled by the three
annoying projects that have to find some way to completion by this time
tomorrow.
But enough about that.
So let's see. On friday, Jed and I went
down to Great Lakes. The joint was crowded as I've never seen it,
and it took some time to find a seat. We would've left earlier, as Jed's
"No seat no stay" standing mandate requires, but it was so goddam cold
out that I would waited an hour. Anyhow, we were sitting at the bar,
when these girls that I thought had been staring at us and laughing, come
over and ask Jed, laughing a bit, "Excuse me, or you Moco?" I wasn't
sure what that meant, but I immediately suspected it was along the lines
of "Hey, do you party?" Or somesuch nonsense. Jed, in
a classic Jed response, answered, "I don't know if that's a name or an
adjective, but no, I am not 'Moco'." that killed me. Maybe
if you've never heard Jed speak it's not so funny. I guess what struck
me most was the fact that he didn't ask for "Moco" to be defined, he just
outright denied it. So we chatted briefly with this girl. Of
all the girls sitting at the end of the bar that she was associated with,
she was the one that we least wanted to talk to. C'est la vie.
Well, it's six o'clock.
Time for some grub. Tonight's menu features a McDonald's fish-filet sandwhich.
Continuing, the weekend
was sort of a drag, as I said, due to the looming assignment deadline.
i can feel myself starting to lose it. What would happen if I just
didn't do it? I don't want to. I have absolutely no enthusiasm for these
things which are all due tomorrow. everytime I sit down and try to
write something for school, I always think, "it'll be done by this time
tomorrow." Or something like that. The problem then is that I actually
have to write it. What a pain in the ass. and I got a bunch reading
to finish, which is normally not so bad, but I actually have to be ready
to speak intelligently about it. I hate this.