I’m in the Drift office and someone from the Kerf is here. I would leave, but I left a message on his machine saying to call me here. I tried to pay my insurance online, but it’s been so long that I forgot my username/password, and after a few tries it locked me out of the system, so I have to wait until I get home to login. I’m sure I have my info stored somewhere on my hard drive. OMG. Last night my computer gave me this strange blue screen that I’d never seen before. I thought that I had a virus. But luckily I restarted and it was nothing. I desparately need to buy Norton Internet Security. Need. But I have to wait until the 15th. It’s very strange to be in here with somebody else, but I’ve been in here alone so many times that I just pretend I’m alone. It works. I’m sure this dude will report back to Letko that the Drift people are having giant parties in here.

I don’t know why he was so adamant about the couch in here going. I mean, all his “students” ever do is go in here, sit on the couch, and read poetry. If it wasn’t comfortable I doubt they would be so devoted to Ken’s “taste” in poetry. I guess I shouldn’t be such a snob, since I don’t write or read poetry at all (well, unless it’s poetry that’s a narrative, like Dante). Okay, I rescind my condemnation of the Kerf. I’m very surprised that it gets out every year, kinda like I’m surprised that the Drift goes to print every month. Well, when it did go to print every month I would be surprised. I need to buy my book. I should just go over there and bite the bullet, spend the $80 and do exercise one by tomorrow. I think that I’m going to make Josh accompany me to the post office so I can send those books. I really hate the post office though, I’ll go to the mail room. I love that guy with the accent, it’s so hot! I can’t believe I’m blogging this in the same room with that obese poetry-reading man. But he doesn’t know what I’m typing. I could be typing lesiban fan fiction for all he knows. I was making up impromptu lesiban raunch porn stories last night, for (mostly my own) and Josh’s amusement. I should write some, I think with the detachment of being completely neutral to them sexually, I could write very lurid description.

Omg, I totally got brownie points today from my boss. Well, it didn’t seem like it, but I deserved them nonetheless. One of the comptuers wasn’t working and the new computer had arrived so I set it all up for the new reporter. It was pretty darn cool. I should have given her a story template and such, but I just felt like leaving. She has access to the server, she can just dump it in there as a text file and everybody will be able to put it into Quark.

Poo head hasn’t called me back. I’m hungry. In twenty minutes I’m voyaging back home for a snack. I should check bloglines. Maybe geekslut posted again! Eek! I can only hope. Nope, just more Dilbert. Josh just called. I should go. I’m hungry. He’s buying me pizza so I’ll go see a movie with him. Not that way, he just hates going to movies alone and I hate goign to movies altogether, so it all balances out. I’ll make him go to the mail room with me instead. Or something. All I want to do is listen to my 80s mix CD.

I should stop at Joe’s house and drop off the book he left in my car. He e-mailed me this morning and I e-mailed him back asking what was a good time for him (and that I was free after 3 p.m.) but he never responded. I think I’ll just drop it off in his mailbox. I would hate to have someone else have my books (especially for math) for more than a day. Okay, I’m off. This guy is totally creeping me out. Not really, but it sounds cool to say.

I watched this strange movie called Exotica last night. It was really strange, that’s all I could say. For those of you that have seen Magnolia, it was like a crappy botched version of Magnolia, but with this whole pedophile exotic dancing crap thrown into the mix. But omg! Elias Koteas (who I want to have his babies for playing Vaugan in Crash) had long hair in it and it looked just like mine. It was very cool. But I need to go. I’m starving.