1999-12-16

snarf. 230 in the morning and life carries on as if every other normal individual in the world weren't asleep right now.

today was death, slightly warmed-over, and with a dash of spicy cynicism.

among the highlights of *my day*:

1) i woke up at noon today. i made it to work around 2pm. now, i'm supposed to be at work at nine in the morning like every other cog-in-the-wheel. frighteningly, noone at work seemed to notice or care that i was five hourse late. scarier still was the fact that i only had to stay until around 6 to get done everything i needed to do. (mental note to self: stop feeling surreptitious and guilty when you arrive at work at 930. noone fucking cares.)

2) i struggled and sort-of understand css at this point. at least, i applied some of the more tangible and appearance-oriented aspects of it to my pita. tomorrow, i will try and figure how to apply it to tables, then the world. my back hurts so bad from hunching over this stupid laptop that i may very well freeze like this and have to sell my services as a human turtle-freak. (i wonder what hours would be like for that job?)

3) complaint:: every smoke store i know of is out of the clove cigarette i smoke. i am left with sour and heinous alternatives. i am rendered bitchy, so far, out-of-control if this gudang-garam shortage continues. what if noone ever carries them again? i may well die.

4) haven't heard from alex. believe i prolly shall not.

5) i feel ill from macking like an ape on snax and crap today. having spent the last week surviving on ma huang and diet coke, plunging into pasta salad and cookies and chips and and and.... UGH.

6) i'm so tired right now, i think i may never need to go to bed again. but i'm nervous. bout everything. wonder what all is going on, you know?

argh.