Monday, July 08, 2002

Ice, ice, baby.

5 days.

And I remember what it was now. A Reba concert.

8:27 PM

Damn. I try to do a good thing, and I fuck it up. I honestly, honestly, honestly didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to be insensitive, I wasn't trying to be thoughtless, I was trying to be *nice*. Damn it all, anyway. I give up. If it had been any other co-worker, it just wouldn't have mattered. But since it was her, it was a complete fuck up.
12:05 PM

Well, good for the Foreign Office.
9:43 AM

I've mentioned Rob's page before, but I just want to emphasize how brilliant I think he is. Everytime I see a "Work At Home" sign, I want to dash home and send Rob another ten-spot. I wish I had the tenacity/creativity to complete his Work At Home research. That guy is my idol.

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