Monday, November 11, 2002
Of what to speak |4:49 AM|
I haven't bothered sitting down and typing anything up in a while. According to this, a week. Stuff happened. People called. My house was cleaner. My cat was more affectionate after I moved its food to the kitchen.
I won some money at poker. Then I lost it.
I did some overtime. I was late occasionally. My boss threatened my job, sort of. He thought I was taking advantage of him. Sorry, if anything, I'm going to give more of a damn for a friend then some jackass assigned over me because he kissed the right asses. I know this boss occasionally reads this drivel, but I'm not pandering. Hey, Vid, cut your fucking hair.
I've been looking into a few things to do with my off work hours, now that it won't be hazardous to drive around. Tomorrow morning I'm pulling the cash out of savings, and dealing with the whole "arrest warrant" and "Marshals handle all failure to appear's". With the threat of imprisonment drastically lowered, I'm looking at some pricey, and some less pricey, options. On the expensive side,
A.R.G. is staring a new set of classes next week. I don't know how I feel about learning rock climbing at a place whose acronym sounds a lot like a fearful yell. On the less expensive side, I'm thinking about learning to swing dance. Since poker night has been moved to Thursday, I no longer have any schedule conflicts.
There were random thoughts, strange realizations. Poker Host Joe and his wife just had their first anniversary. That was an odd night. That was one of a couple nights I tried to hit on that Sabrina chick, too bad she didn't and still doesn't dig my groove enough. Vorpal would say I'm obsessing or brooding, but since he doesn't read this, my mentioning of her here does not break the critical mass of "brooding too much". It was also the night I left on an hour's notice to take zusty to see some mutual friends. Damn my new more responsible nature, I haven't driven off to far away places in a while now. At least, none worth mentioning.
I'm studying encryption at the moment. I'm trying to find out just how the hell you can possibly get online sales to work without terribly complicated crap.
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