I got ready, it took a while, but I look all professional. I washed some of those old collar shirts of my dad’s that I dyed, and they shrunk almost to my size! I can’t wait until the collar shirt I ordered arrives. I look so spiffy, I want to take a picture with my webcam but it’s in the other room. Heck, I’m going to get it. Damn, I can’t get far enough away to caputure everything. I’m going to take a picture with my film camera. I called the editor at twelve, but he wasn’t in his office. I’m going to call again at 12:30. I’m not on the Net, I’m typing this in a text document, I’ll post it after I contact him. He might try to call. I should go get my film camera and take a picture of myself. I’m going to do that. I want to go out and climb the rope, but I don’t think my muscles would appreciate that. I need to rest for a few days before I start again, for my muscles to recuperate. On the up side, when I started my uber-excercise regimen, I was only able to do five push-ups, now I can do twelve. So obviously my muscles are proliferating. I remember that muscle cells don’t divide. I wonder how muscles are able to grow. I would look it up if I was on the Net. Oh, I have my computer encyclopedia! Titty-fuck. It wants the disc. God damn, it’s somewhere–oh screw it. I’ll find out later.
I took a picture of myself anyway. Even if it’s just my head, it’ll at least convey some aspect of how I’m dressed. Oh yeah, my film camera. Must go get it. Hm, took some pictures of myself. I wanted to do something cool, but I forgot how and I need the camera manual to refresh my memory. I can’t seem to find it, though. Damn it, called again and he was in a meeting. I’ll call again in a half-hour. I need some comfort. I’m going to watch some TV. I hope something good is on. Watched an eposide of Rocko’s Modern Life, it was good. It was the one where he makes the video for his parents, then Heffer and Filbert film him walking down the stairs naked in the middle of the night and send it to the Australian film festival. So classic. I called again, and he was out to lunch. I’m going to eat lunch and watch Angry Beavers. Damn it, this calling over and over is getting annoying. Angry Beavers is over. I need to call again. He really needs to pick up, I’ve called almost five times. And since it’s 1:30, it’ll seem like I got up late and never called at all. Must call. Now. I’m on the phone right now–she’s transferring me. God damn it, he’s still out to lunch. This sucks. I’m going to have some more toast. Maybe I’ll watch some more TV. Oh, I wonder what’s on IFC. Watched an episode of The Wild Thornberries. It was one I’d already seen before. That show is one you’ll just watch becuase you’re too lazy to change the channel. It’s 2:20–at 2:30 I’ll try again, for my sixth time I think. This so sucks. I should go online and check my e-mail. But I shouldn’t–he might call. At two-thirty he should be back from lunch. I think I’m going to drive into town. I know the remote access code on my answering machine, and I can just call from the Drift office. And I feel like driving. And my friends might be at the college. And I can use the internet. And I can work on the paper. I’m leaving after I post this.