I finished the community calendar, there were a buttload of stuff to be added. I screwed up the food bank PSA and people went hungry. I kind of felt bad, but then I’m like “Get a job, you HUD degenerates.” But I suppose there are people who legitimately use our welfare system to improve their lives *sarcastic chuckle*. Mike doesn’t like it when I leave before two, so I’m just hanging out. He just had me convert some photos from JPG to TIFF. A monkey could do it, but I guess Mike is busy laying out pages.

OMG GUESS WHAT: ERIC HASN’T COME IN FOR THE SECOND DAY IN A ROW.

I overheard Mike talking to him on the phone, “You know, it’s not one of those ‘If you don’t come in today you’re fired’ things, but…” Oh, it was great. MAYBE WE’LL GET A LAYOUT PERSON WHO IS ACTUALLY TRAINED! AT A COLLEGE!Woo hoo! I’m happy. OMG I’m so happy that my map went on the front page. So dope! I’m totally taking some papers when I leave today. I’m kind of happy and sad at the same time. I’m happy, but sad that something shitty is going to happen to undermine all the coolness. Like a car accident (one of my greatest fears). I don’t fear dying in the accident, I fear having to pay off someone else’s medical bills and property damage for the rest of my life because I was underinsured. Make me cry. Okay, I’m going to try to leave. Yay, I’ll get to see everybody at the college.

I’m at work and am attacking the community calendar with gusto. However, it’s only like 12:31 and I should kind of slow down a bit or I’ll be all done and have nothing to do but just wait until Mike comes back. I have a bagel in my car to eat. I got my paycheck, a nice crisp $249. I can’t wait to cash it. I’ll take out $100 for the network stuff and go get it as soon as I get off work. Yay! It thrills me. I’m going to talk to my dad about getting high-speed Internet this weekend. I totally have enough money. Oh! I can go buy a cell phone! Yay! It thrills me. Okay, back to work. I must get out of here and spend, spend, spend!

OMG the map looks ORGASMIC! I had a dream last night that I was at the printing press and where the map was supposed to be there was a big blank spot. And I had this Fight Club-esque dream where some guy was all “You can’t have your car any more. It is a sign of your oppression by this society.” And he pulled out the car cigarette lighter thing and was all “It has to go.” And I remember thinking, “Don’t set my car on fire!” But I didn’t say it in the dream. I’m totally stealing one of today’s papers out of the Morgue when I go. Or I could just steal it at the front desk. I’ll buy two, one for people in Crescent City to ogle, one to send to my mom. Okay, I should really get to work. This map totally gave me UBER brownie points with Mike, this Yurok guy was here and was all “That’s a really great map, we might even use that in our court case!” (The Yurok tribe and others are trying to get the dams removed from the Klamath river.) Okay, must get to work.

> Marilyn Manson - I Don’t Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me) [live version]
> Nine Inch Nails - Closer (Precursur)

EWW I logged on to this gay Humboldt/Del Norte chatroom because Charley was in it and now this like 24 year old and 60 year old are like talking about having sex. REVOLTING. But what do I expect? Ick ick ick. Talked to Kelly tonight, we talked about the lame people we know. She told me that Taggart “cried” or whatever when he read my blog post about our last convo. So let’s set the record straight. Taggart, I don’t hate you. I don’t mean to be vitriolic. I just am a BIT skeptical of your motives after you’re IMing some bimbo the night we broke up. I just am a BIT skeptical of your motives after you talk about wanting (not my wit, not my personality) my penis. From my point of view, you don’t care about me. You just want your yearly penis fix. And that doesn’t make me too pliable to your requests for me to drive down there. Okay, I’m going to bed. And I’m going to have sexual fantasy after sexual fantasy about ROYCE. *evil glare* Yeah. Not you. Mouhahahaha. Suck on that, Taggart. And not in that way.