Late evening

So here I am, sitting at my desk on a Monday night. I’m reading plans, eating Nerds (the candy, not my fellow techies), and feeling strangely empty. Why is this? Today was a singularly wonderful day, and I got to spend almost all of it with exactly who I would have chosen had I been given the choice of anyone in the world.

Perhaps it’s just all the work and stress piling up on me. I’ve just learned that I have a fairly solid job prospect this summer, which should take some of the weight off, but only seems to make it worse. It’s pressing in on me and I’m just looking for a way out from under it all.

I’d give almost anything to be able to go to bed, wake up late and have it all just not matter anymore. No such luck. You pays your money and you takes your chances. Here we go again…

[andersem]: I don’t know about your kneecaps, but I do know that mine both make a series of audible clicks whenever I bend them. We’re getting old, my friend.

I remember that damn song. I had to sing it in elementary school. I agree. The line is “got to make the morning last”. [ross] is right, [mears] is wrong. Sorry, [mears]. Can’t win ‘em all.

[kensler]: Bummer about the length thing being gone. That was my favorite part. The “Who loves me” was handy, but I can understand how that is now superfluous. Thanks for taking the time to update the system, at any rate. We all appreciate it, I’m sure.

[myersa]: You’re flower obsessed. And obviously too stupid to understand how to smell things. Oh, wait, sorry. Maybe not. Sometimes I get carried away. Sorry to hear that your history class is populated by a self-important ass.

[wightman]: As of right now, you have been off of plans for about three days. I think the log in is screwed up. No way to enforce this plan ban of yours. Oh well. Good luck with it.

~ by Mark on May 7, 2001.