July 23rd, 2002. Tuesday
 
 

    Sometimes when I'm here at work, working on things like this webpage or writing projects or whatever, or walking around the office and talking to James, I really feel like I just rent an office space and computer and internet connection.  And in return for this office space, I don't have to pay them money, but every so often I just have to do some various chores to earn my keep.  And so far this week, it's been a pretty good trade. The only thing I was asked to do yesterday was when James called and told me to tell his boss he was calling in sick. And I didn't even do that.
    Today, I had to get in extra early, for an all-company meeting with the CEO or whatever.  The best part was the breakfast spread they put out before the meeting.  Ate me some good bagels and scallion cream cheese, and various danish, muffins, and cakes.  Then, after an excrutiatingly dull meeting, James and I hung out in the food area for a while, avoiding the entire the elevators while the other hundred of people waited.  And I ate more cream cheese.  Cream cheese good.
    I've decided to move out of my apartment in September. This is a big decision for me.  I've lived in my apartment for almost three years now, my entire life in New York.  I have no idea where I'm moving or if I'm living with anyone.  I may live with James, but he's not the most dependable when it comes to these sorts of things. I remember around this time three years ago, trying to look for a place with him, and how infuriating the whole endeavor was.  But we're all a little older and a bit wiser and more mature now. So maybe something will work out.  I just feel like I'm in a rut, and a large part of that has to do with where I live. I went through the same thing last summer, and almost moved out.  Instead, I just rearranged and painted my room.  Which actually did wonders.  But I have such poor work ethic and attention span, and there are too many distractions where I live now.  Sometimes I also feel like I'm too comfortable where I am.  It's made me lazy. Or lazier, as it were.  Anyway, I think the best way out of this rut right now is a physical move to a new space.  I need a change of scenery.  I don't really enjoy talking to any of my friends these days, and have been slowly withdrawing from just about everybody.

    At the same time, I'm not particularly unhappy.  I'm just not feeling very stimulated, is all.  I'm just looking for something new and different.  Or just new.  Or just different. I'm not too picky.  Tha's a lie.

    Also, I really have to reiterate that I think the picture from yesterday's page, the one of the couple where the woman has her leg over the man's lap, is the best picture I've ever taken.  Seriously.  There's just something about it that I find so transcendent.

    Lastly, for some reason, while I was sitting here, I suddenly had the smell and taste of malt balls in my head. You know, like Whoppers?  Tha'ts really weird.

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