It was a homage to Jacqueline Susann’s Valley of the Dolls. In case you haven’t read it, dolls are a slang for pills (Xanax, Nembutal, Seconals). Lol, counterstrike. Devin is so cool. I totally forgot about counterstrike.

But anyway, I just can’t get over how cool that pic is (scroll down). I want a big print of it for my room. That would be sweet. I was really wanting to paint something last night, but I couldn’t think of anything. I guess I have to be inspired or something. I should get a big canvas and just paint it black. That would be so profound (to me), but a total waste of money. Um, what the hell was I saying? I dunno. I’d better stop blogging now that I forgot what I was…oh yeah! I did another graphic for the newspaper today, it’ll be on the front page in Saturday’s paper. So cool. I should send one to my mom, she’d be proud. But I think I might have already sent her one, like the first one I did or something. I really need to bring a briefcase so I can smuggle out my pile of newspapers with stuff I did in them.

Omg! I totally saved the day today. Katherine took some photos with one of the digital cameras, and it was all “these files are corrupt” so I had them buy this $30 program that can recover corrupted pictures off of memory cards, and I saved them! They weren’t the best pics, unfortunately (they weren’t taken with a flash), but I still saved them! And I saved the day! I want to be a tech support guy, that would be so cool. I’d have my own Apple laptop and such, it would be sweet. I want to be Steve C. Except for the whole going bald thing. I guess it’s good that I have positive role models.

Man, it totally snowed today! Isn’t that crazy? Well, it is if you live in C.C. It never snows here. Weird. I kinda want to call that guy, mostly out of boredom, but I’m afraid he’ll be a wierdo. Oh, I should call my mommy. I haven’t talked to her in days.

He took me into his office and talked to me, it wasn’t so bad. He just wants me to check in with someone before I leave, and to show up at a specific time, like ten or eleven or whatever. I need to get some sleeping pills to aid in my timely arrival. I need some dolls. Back to work.

I knew today was going to be a bad day. Before I left this morning, I checked my answering machine. There was this message from Mike asking whether I’d done this graphic that (from what Susan had said) could run any time this week, so since I had plans I had decided to do it tomorrow (today). But no. So now it’s the inexorable silence until he says something to me about it. I hate bad days at work. But at least it’s a Friday and I won’t have the possibility of another bad day until Monday.

I wish I could have slept until noon…or more like two or three. Even though I got eight hours of sleep, I still feel like a train ran me over. I hate feeling enervated in the morning when I know that I’m going to have to do a bunch of stuff at work. Damn it I’m tired. I guess I’ll go take a shower. Maybe that will help.