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January 10, 2002
A week. Too long. And

A week. Too long. And this one isn't going to be good. You might as well skip it. Take my word for it. I can't type on these weird Mac keyboards anyway.

So far my new job is just like my old job, meaning I have very little to do. I will soon, though, and it will be harder and more challenging than I'm used to, and, in a certain sense, that will be good. I'm supposed to think that's good, so I'm trying to do so.

Ummm... Half of what I say is meaningless.

I said some stuff recently, I think, that would make some good bloggin', but I don't remember any of it. I think I may have written some of it down, somewhere, but I forget where. It had something to do with "figuring it all out" or "the great answers to the great questions". Or maybe it was the ridiculous answers to the great questions, or maybe the great answers to the ridiculous questions. Maybe the questions were meaningless to begin with. Sort of like this paragraph.

I'm on a meaningless roll.

Maybe a new car, a new apartment, new places, new sights, new modes. I like it. Fear the rut.

I want to plug in my electric guitar, see if it still works, make some loud noises. I want a 4 track recorder to make some songs. I want to learn php.

Oh and then there's the clean month project. I'm not drinking or anything else this month, see what that's like. So far, what, 10 days, it's been nice. I don't sweat while I eat anymore and I've discovered 4 forgotten ways to be judgemental.

It's working out for me just fine, thank you very much.

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