> Placebo - Narcoleptic

Molly called me today and asked if I wanted to do layout. I’m really glad she reminded me, I have totally spaced the Drift. We’ve just got to get this last issue done. It seems like it’s the last issue. The staff has broken apart, nobody seems to have time or the motivation to do anything any more. I guess that’s the way the powers that be want it. I wish this college was big, then I would write an underground blog/newspaper thingy. It would be wildly popular in my fantasies. I figured out what was wrong with my chair and fixed it. Oh yay, Molly just got here. Let’s get started with layout!

LOL, last year’s Father of The Year chosen by the casino was recently prosecuted for child molestation. LOL. I love irony. It makes life worth living. This is almost as good as that angel thing burning down.

She fucked with my chair and now it’s totally uncomfortable–that wench. Die. Die wench for making me uncomfortable.

Every day the last few days that I’ve been coming to work, my computer has been on. And I always shut down my computer when I leave. Today when I got here my chair was much much lower than normal. I feel insulted to have someone else work at my workstation. What are they doing? I bet it’s that lady that is typing those letters to Santa. She is in my personal space. AND the desks were never rearranged and are still in the totally illegal position where you have to squeeze through me and Katherine’s desk to get to my desk/the fire exit. It’s very frustrating having to do that like six times a day. But I’m currently more frustrated by my accursed squeaky boots. Gosh, the fog this morning was horrendous. Okay, must begin archiving.

I finished Nausea today. More like tonight. I’ve been IMing Charley. He just went to sleep. I feel like I’m on another planet. Antoine Roquentin is the main character of Nausea, btw. It would have been nice to go over to Charley’s house tonight to hang out, but by the time I’d finished my book it was too late. Oh well. I love playing with his mac laptop. It totally rocks my crotch. Oh, I still have that Mac OS X theme on my computer. I love it. It’s such a nice change. I don’t know what to think of Nausea. I’ll have to ponder it. I can’t believe that thing about the Self-Taught Man. It’s strange because Roquentin ridicules the Self-Taught Man’s socialism, but I read that Sartre was all into the whole Marxist movement. I need to learn the difference between Marxism, communism and socialism. I have no one to teach me. I should go back to sleep. If I got five more hours then I would have gotten nine total…does that count? I dunno.