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July 22, 2002
Monday's done.  Thank GOD.  Once again I came to work and found that 2 of my co-workers had not.  Leaving me and the one that needs so much pain medication that she is basically useless.  So.   A busy day with no time for play, and little time for emailing.  Unusual, that I couldn't really even make time, though I was still able to reconnect with Krista and talk to her and Jodi a bit.  And Amy of course.  So, the day passed fairly quickly, and got pretty nice when Joanna, the patient from last week turned up again.  We talked a bit, and should be going out one of these days.  She has another appointment tomorrow, so hopefully I will know more then.

Karla and I argued, then decided to try and start over, but only as online friends.  Should be a bit easier.

So.  Yesterday I talk about how many people are coming and reading this.  Tons of them.  A sudden large influx of readers.  It has been my experience that this happens on weekdays, not so much on Sundays.  So, it was a little surprising.  It is even more surprising now.  Over a hundred page views in the last few hours.  Over three hundred in the last day and a half.  Someone is discovering every little part of the site, I think.  And a few others are rereading the journal.  It's very cool to see.

Well.  Came home after work, turned on the computer after having let it rest all day.  It wouldn't work.  Came on, but nothing worked.  Rebooted, same thing.  Rebooted again, same thing.  Rebooted a third time, and was able to IM with Amy, but that was it.  System crashes, comes back up and everything is fine.  System crash caused by device driver.  My webcam's driver got infected with some sort of virus.  I inoculated it, but it is pretty useless right now until I get a new driver for the cam.  Not that anyone wants to see me anyway . . . lol.

Played a few pool games, and talked with Amy until a little after 7, then ate dinner, and talked on the phone for a bit.  Later, my phone caller arrived at my door, and we talked here, before eventually going out to get some beer and hang out at his house.  Now, as I write this, I wish I had come home earlier.  I am just glad I didn't drink too much.  Today would be very rough if I had.  Especially with my plans for tonight.

That was my day.  Not much to it, and not much interesting to say about it.  Then again, it was just a day . . .

C

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