One Year Ago
 

 
    I'm finding work sufficiently numbing.  There's little to do, even when compared to my usual nil workload.  PFC Kathy was kind enough to present a gift a various candy, nicely wrapped in a little pouch.  From the looks of it, I'd say a considerable amount of effort went into it.  At least 4 minutes.  So I appreciate that.  It's the little things.
    I'm surprisingly mellow for what  a shitty day and night I had yesterday.  off there in the distance, I can see a few assignments.  i really need to get in the habit of getting homework done while at work.  I don't know how I manage to sit here from 8 to 5 and not even by accident get some sort of school work done.  i found a flyer for a summer internship, doing reporting in Finland.  I'm going to seriously look into that.  It's only for a month, but it'd be nice to spend some time in Scandinavia.

    Anyhow, I was perusing my online journals this morning, and it looks like Gus got fired.  I'm hoping this will lead to more interesting writing.  I just never got into Randomly Ever After.  Maybe he'll ditch it all and move back east.  But I doubt it.  Jed said he emailed him to tell him to post his resume, which he has posted now at Randomly Ever After, on Jed's company's page, over at OperationIT.com
 

    Anyhow, I'm debating whether or not to go home this weekend.  The weather is shitty, but two roommates have significant others coming for the weekend, and the joint'll be pretty crowded.  And I'd like to go home before I go to France, and this is the best weekend to do it.

    Well, i had a rough night last night.  After the worst day of my grad-school life, I came home, called Rodzilla for moral support, and just wanted to plop down and watch some TV.  A little wrestling, a little Friends.  And Friends was a particularly funny, one-hour episode.  So i ordered some food, sat down, and bam!  Alice.  So, I sat there, trying to watch friends, whilst trying to listen to Alice's boy problems.  oh, the humanity of it all.  Although I suppose, in a weird way, it did keep me from getting too depressed.  Between trying to watch TV, eat, and pay attention to her (in that order of priority), I didn't have much brain space left to feel sorry for myself.
    So this morning, after not falling asleep till 3 am, I awoke to Alice's screams of there being two cockroaches in the bathtub.  I tried to ignore her, but she was being too persistent.  And then suddenly, I was overwhelmed with the fear that I might also have cockroaches in my room.  I've only seen one or two since I've lived here, and they pretty much keep to themselves.  i'm surprised they come out at all, since someone inevitiably ALWAYS leaves the a light on whenever they get up in the middle of the night.  When I lived with Berry, there were roaches there too, and they usually stayed away when the sun was up.  But sometimes when I had to get up particularly early, there'd be a few slowly walking about on the stove and whatnot.  It never really bothered me.  i'd just kind of tiredly say "What's up..."  and go about ingesting my cocktail of vitamins and other pills (to supplement my poor, poor diet).  So as long as they keep mostly to themselves, I can handle the occasional overlap of shifts.  i mean, I know there're probably like a million of them crawling around in the walls, but that's to be expected in NY I guess.  I don't live in some dump, it's just a fact of life.

    It's snowing here, a lot.  I'm supposed to go with James and Jed to catch Will Oldham playing with some other dude at Tonic, where we've gone before to hang out. But I've never been to a show there.   But I'm too tired to go. Same thing as last weekend.  i'm going home.  anyhow, quittin time.