December 19th, 2001. Wednesday
I'm trying to figure out how to best occupy my time at work right now. There's nothing for me to do. Nothing to even pretend to be doing. But no one really seems to have that much work, so I guess i don't feel that bad. I thought about asking my boss if there was something I could be working on, but I haven't done that yet. There just hasn't been a good time. People keep going into his office to socialize. Which makes me feel a little better about surfing the web all day. I wanted to write a bit for the webpage, but I didn't want to look too conspicuous, using programs on my computer that I don't need to have open. Plus, I just don't want anybody reading anything I write. So I'm actually writing this in the Wingdings font, which looks something like this- Windings bling bling. It's not that hard to type without seeing what you're writing. Of course, everytime I stop for a second I lose my place.
Talking to "Connie" right now. I suppose I should be giving the call my full attention, since it'll be our last conversation for the forseeable future. I get easily distracted though. I'm wondering if my level of interest in people's conversation is to the point where it's pretty much about the same, no matter how much I like or disslike a person. The point being that all interest in other things is secondary to my interest in me. Also, I don't seem to be able to use my level of interest in what a person's saying as a good gauge of how much I actually like that person. Which is becoming a problem.
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