Sound; Fighting aunts and crying children, Lauren Hill and Tori Amos, estrogen overload.

Sight; American Pie, SLC Punk again, and Mystery Men, but I missed the end of Mystery Men because I passed out on the couch.

Taste; Arby's 5 for 5.

Touch; Clean sheets.

Smell; The entire apartment smells like a fire.

February 2, 2000
Woman, thy name is inconsistence.

I love Photoshop. It's not like I haven't had spare time to spend on this page. I just haven't felt happy with anything I've created, pencil or mouse. It just didn't appeal to me, because I disliked a few things about the page layout. I spent hours changing things. Once I finished a single project, 45 minutes later it would look a little off. So I forced myself to stop where I was and put the things I had done onto the page. I cringe at certain things because I don't feel that it really conveys the tone of who I am, maybe a little overdramatic on the main page. Anyhow, at least I was able to satisfy myself somewhat.

In light of all this, tomorrow's entry will be a poll, and I'm going to place each of the main page image maps I've created this week, and ask your opinion. I don't have the energy tonight.

Yesterday morning I started reading email at work and read the announcement that IT Man and That Bitch were "let go". I felt a twinge of pity for IT because his wife is pregnant and it was very, very sudden. His skills won't go for wanting for to long though. It's That Bitch that's probably going to have a problem. I have no pity for her, karma has a way of slapping you on the ass when you least expect it. She rode me hard and long everyday. I looked forward to her vacation time and when she was sick it was like a snow day for me. I will not be missing her.

Today's horoscope. Hell yeah.

Ancient Web.


There is a small thing going on for That Bitch after work tomorrow. I felt that it would be hypocritical of me to go, or even sign her card this afternoon, though now that I think about it, some people may take that the wrong way. Who the hell cares. Really, that's the last thought I'm giving her. Really.

I'm so tired all of the time now, I have so little to give to anything that isn't aboslutely necessary, I managed somehow to keep the apartment form falling down around us, but we have laundry up to our knees in the bathroom hallway. I'd be embarrassed for someone to see our apartment right now. THough to other people it's not that bad. I just have to have things at a certain level of cleanliness, or I go stir crazy. I cleaned out my fies at work this afternoon, because I could focus on creating new ones. It was good that I did, I found a certain file that Finance had been looking for for 8 months. God damn, this is exciting isn't it! Like I said, I've been mighty slothful.

I found out Saturday night that I actually owe taxes for the first time in my life. I should die now, while I'm young and beautiful and I've never had the ultimate adult responsibility of paying taxes.

It's depressing, it makes me feel like I've passed another milestone that I didn't think I'd see for a few more years. Adam tries to make me accept that it's a good thing to owe a small amount and get more money during the year. I understand, but it doesn't help my state of mind about it.

So that's it, that my entire store of energy for the day. I leave now to crawl beneath a quilt and read quietly until I fall asleep with the pages splayed open across my chest.

Why can't I do that all day instead of giving my time to a big fat company that's probably going to fire more people from my department? I envy the women of the past that weren't browbeaten when they decided not to work after marrying. Of course Adam says it's because I'm lazy. I'd like to say that I'm old fashioned, but if I were a betting man...I'd put my money on Adam.


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