2001-06-20

since alaska is dangling but nine days away from me, time seems to be dragging, oozing, creeping, but not going anywhere.

what i would be really keen on is for it to suddenly be the 29th. for me to be getting on a plane, and flying off to eleven days with my darlin', spent in alaskan wilderness and nuttiness and all around chicken-osity.

if that makes any sense.

i have nothing of interest to say. our system is down at work, and i am on the denoument of david copperfield, and noone has sent me email in ages, and the whole net is just D.E.A.D.

bored.

bored.

so very very very very bored.