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24 august 2000
cell says surrender Working ... well, not working right now. It's my second-to-last day, and instead of relaxing and packing up all my shit, I'm struggling to finish this bullshit website as my two bosses keep moving the goalposts further away. I wonder if they realize they're only screwing themselves. Tomorrow I'm finished, whether they are or not. Tonight I'll find myself with a free evening, absolutely nothing to do, no plans for the first time in weeks. It's kinda discomforting in a way, but then freedom's always scared me. I'm tired and emotionally drained to the point that I just wanna curl up in a ball under my desk and sleep. I find myself with absolutely nothing to look forward to in the immediate future. One thing I _do_ know ... I'm _not_ gonna drive to Las Vegas again. Maybe Tijuana... Too tired. I bet if I checked my biorhythm today, it would say "Physical: Low, Intellectual: Lower, Emotional: Lowest." Sure enough, I just checked my biorhythm for today and I was pretty on target. See for yourself. Pretty pathetic, huh? Guess I'll go crawl under my desk now. (note: since my digital camera has been fried, today's picture is from two years ago, this date) 24 august 1999: : didn't write 24 august 1998: drubkeb stepoor : I keep on striving to be the person I want to be, to be the person I should have been, to be the person that will afford me the life I want, to be the _right_ person. I think it's high time I start worrying about just being myself. [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
