March 2, 2003 (9:26pm): Some days just go on too long. I know everyday is unique and should be relished, and all that rubbish, but really... Some days just need to back off. Take ten. Whatever.
Today, for example. On and on and on.
Give it up already, Sunday. Big stupid Sunday.
I wasn't even working today, and it still seemed like such a chore. Damn.
Night will close us down.
March 9, 2003 (10:07pm): I haven't done much this week, so you'd think I could have at least written a token entry at some point.
I've just been working, coming home, eating, reading a bit about Theodore Roosevelt, working on computer game files... Nothing in particular. Odd.
Nevertheless, I don't have time to write much. I've been thinking of stopping this daily (weekly) monitor and starting a more concerted journal.
If I have the time. Or at least, take the time. This one, though, won't be for public view.
March 16, 2003 (12:24pm): Geez. Once a week. That's not nearly frequently enough.
But I've just been distracted. I mean, I get home and have about seven hours to kill, but still. There are little things, lots of little things. And true, the little things are life, but what a nuisance.
I've been meaning to start on something else, but I can't think straight.
March 16, 2003 (2:42pm): What the hell. This Sunday feels good.
That's not right. Sundays don't feel good. Sundays are a chore.
But today's okay.
I'm confused.
But all the dead nerves from the autumn and winter have been scrubbed off. Curious.
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March 19, 2003 (9:39pm): Hey, that's curious. It's not the weekend, yet I'm making an entry.
What's the occasion?
No occasion.
Just bored.
I'm waiting for a time to start a new journal, but as of yet the mood hasn't struck me. Not much to talk about. No thoughts jetting outta my head. Hrm...
War.
March 21, 2003 (9:04pm): Sometimes I wonder if I'm even alive anymore.
It really only takes the smallest little thing to ruin a day for me, and I don't know why anymore.
Once in a while I can go all day without realizing no one's forgotten about me, but then when I lie down for bed there are a few minutes when I wonder what everyone else is doing. And I remember I just spent the day doing what I did the day before.
And that's no way to spend a day.
March 27, 2003 (9:17pm): Nothing to say. But I get paid tomorrow. Yay.
But I've been leaving work early everyday this week. Things have been slow there, so I've been losing hours. Six, so far.
March 28, 2003 (9:36pm): Today was such a delightful day.
I didn't go to work 'cause I woke up with a truly menacing headache, which, curiously, went away after an hour or so of being awake. I wasn't faking it, I swear. It's the damnedest thing.
Anyway, my parents left the house, and I was left to myself for a while. I liked it. I just sat around, reading, watching Voyager (geek!), writing letters, burning CDs... Nothing in particular, but the day was so nice. I could have done anything and it would've been splendid to the most.
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