Jocelyn had just gotten off the phone with this guy Mike Scaluzo or something like that who was bitching at her for using the word “districts” instead of “precincts” in a campaign article, so I was all:

“Well, you should just say thatwhen you don’t get a single call when there are misspelled headlines on the front page that you really don’t think anyone noticed the differnce between the word “precincts” and “districts.”

John got a big kick out of that.

Jocelyn’s doing some kind of story on the college and wanted to know when the college started, and it’s the 23rd. Only a week and a half! I can’t wait! w00t!

There’s not much going on at work. I had so much to do yesterday that today there doesn’t seem to be much to do at all. I should go drive down to the Tolowa Dunes State Park thing and get some maps, or even to go down to the state parks office down the street and see if they have any maps. But I don’t care. Mike does this thing where he’ll just leave for hours and hours, and he’s gone, so I don’t care. I should go call the parks and ask them about the maps, but I don’t care. I’ve been listening to The Fragile a lot lately. It’s kind of how I feel nowadays. There’s a lot of bored, prolonged angst with no solution. I totally should be working. But I have so little time and so much to do…wait, strike that, reverse it. Lol, I love Willy Wonka. Oh, I had this dream that I just randomly got the entire Family Guy series on DVD. And I had this weird bloody dream about like evil stuff…I don’t remember. There was one demon-like character in it. Night before last I dreamt that I flipped my car off the road. That was a kind of surreal dream. And I think I had another one this week about Royce. He is a frequent character in my dreams, mostly because he’s on the periphery of my mind…almost enough to slip into my subconsious. I want to go stop by his house before he leaves at the end of August, but it would just depress me if we didn’t make out. Which would never happen, because I am completely unskilled in the art of innuendo, well at least when it comes to him. He’s not very talkative. It makes me sad. After he leaves, there will be no one, not a single prospect. It makes me sad. But what doesn’t make me sad?

I know, my RAM. Mmmm….and my (hopefully) gigabit home network. Those things make me happy. Very happy. I drool to finish creating my computer.