what’s this warm wetness (from 1-13-00)
I was just outside smoking some cigarettes talking with my buddy up here Chris. We were talking about our fubar’ed dreams last night. He was talking about this dream he had that he died, and he was in this hallway.

In this hallway was bunches and bunches of doors, each one had a point of light at the end of a tunnel in it. He was with a crowd of people that was eventually thinning out as they each went to a door of their own choosing.

Eventually, he chooses his door, and as soon as he went in two of these big darkly dressed men are like just walking behind him escorting him into this room where the light is coming from.

He gets in the room and the guys are gone and he’s alone in this room, and he realizes that the point of light is just a painting, an optical illusion, and the room ends there.

He looks back at where he came from just in time to see the wall close out and seal up seamlessly. So now he’s stuck in this seamless, rhomboid shaped room.

He thinks to himself, “Man this is fucked up.” So he closes his eyes and tries to think of himself in a different place, and amazingly, he’s immediately there. And every time he thought about being incarcerated again, there he was back in the room.

For a while we sat and analyzed the dream, and then I told him about mine (the description can be found over there to the left under the heading credit cards and goat cheese).

We were talking about analyzing the dreams, and then he gives me this priceless quote.

“Yeah, but those dreams where I’m in front of the toilet taking a leak, I’ve learned to watch out for those.”

Heh. Chris is cool.

I’m going home, see you tomorrow.

Quote for the entry: “I’m out like a midget in a Big & Tall store.”

Epilepsy (from 1-14-00)
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 was 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.

SiezuresL8r, 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.” – citizenjane

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