Ok — last try, and I’m outta here.

Yesterday was the most unproductive day I’ve ever had at work, something I’m quite proud of. In true BOfH tradition, I was of as little help as possible, and used the punt list extensively. As making up for the users today, I was a little helpful, and didn’t hang up on but one of the users.

Tonight I’m having my REAL birthday party. My girlfriend better party with me tonight. She said she would, but now it sounds like she’s backing out. I don’t know. I really love her and want to do that with her, but she’s been a tiny bit distant lately. Don’t know what it is but I hope it stops.

Of course I’m always a lot distant, but that’s to be expected. I really don’t know how to express myself orally sometimes. I’m basically a collection of stories in my head. It’s hard for me to communicate without a keyboard in front of me sometimes. I wish I was better at that.

Cisco, Unix, Schwa, Batman, Space Ghost, Tick, Team Wank, and Yay, you won.

Things that are in my cube on the walls.

I really wanna go home tonight. Like now. I’m tired, and I want to be awake and stuff. And my cubicle looks like a bomb hit it.

I played a good round of Starcraft today instead of taking calls when the network center went down in our building. What wsa I going to do, I couldn’t log tickets… it was a slow day anyways.

I caught up on my surfing today. Maxim, GIA, TotalRPG. Stuff I haven’t been to since I started writing a bunch again. Although that writing is probably more productive, I felt better with meself after going to my regular hotspots.

I wonder what deep seated psychological problems I have that I’m too good at hiding from the general public. What are they caused by?

Anyways. I’m done. Stick a fork in me. I’m gonna put this quote of the entry thing in and go home.

Siezures, Rizzn.

Quote of the Entry: “i think being a law student is a lame, undercover attempt to obtain authority (read: J.D.) and tell others the “secret rules” of the united states.”