It’s after work and all I have to do is go in the library and take a test and I’m done with all my classes…but I hate taking tests. Well, I hate writing essays. On subjects I don’t care about. Tawna is in there working. I’m low on gas and I don’t have enough in my account to fill up, maybe I’ll just get gas in Crescent City. Prices have gone down anyway. I should call Gas 4 Less and Lucky 7 to see what the difference is. But I guess it’s pointless because I don’t have enough money to go to Lucky 7 and still have enough in my bank account for charge bouncing protection. I wonder when Tawna gets off. Oh yeah, 5:30. I really just want to go home and sleep for a week. Mike has been bugging me about this database of letter to the editor writers for like EVER, and he talked to me about it today. Mike found some lady (I don’t remember her name) to “help me with some of my tasks” so I can do the database. I’m not going to do that. I’m going to train her how to input data to the file. And I’ll just do my normal work. I mean, it isn’t programming. We just have to buy AppleWorks for all the computers in the news room and it’ll be done. I just checked out a bunch of database software and like, it was all totally expensive. I think that the AppleWorks thing will be fine. Okay, I have to write that essay, but like…I don’t think I’ll make myself do it. Hm. I’m bored. I wonder if I brought my book. I think I forgot it. Yep, it’s at home. I want to read it now. I should just go home, there’s nothing to do here. I should get used to the solitude that the break brings. I should catch up on my reading.

I’m really tempted to put an ad bar on my blog. I wonder if it would make me a lot of money. I don’t believe all those hits that it tells me. Maybe I should do it. I dunno. I hate ads. I guess I’m not making too much sense. But then again I don’t really have to. I wonder what time the library closes tomorrow. We should have a movie night tonight. I wonder when Tawna gets off. I wonder if I still have Joe’s number on my FTP server. Nope. You know, I have come to the realization that I don’t want to be with anyone tonight. I just want to go home and have a nice sleep. But if I do that then I won’t get my test done. I’m too tired. I’m lying. I should just go home and get my failure over with. I don’t care enough about any of those banal stories to write anything on them. I’m tired. I think I’ll nap on the couch for a while, hoping in vain that something will come to me. A thesis that isn’t insipid.