Something is gurgling in my stomach…but it’s not in my stomach, it’s like right on the side of my ribcage. Weird. If I die, that’s what it was. If I die, I will be looking at iPods on eBay. It won’t be too embarrassing. Until they find my encyclopedic porn collection.
> Marilyn Manson - Better of Two Evils
> Nine Inch Nails - The Great Collapse
I’m incredibly exhausted tonight. And to make matters worse I start my new job in Smith River tomorrow. I have like a one hour window between my first job and my second job. Tomorrow is going to be so exhausting, but I will make a bunch of money and accelerate my departure. Oh yeah.
Next paycheck should be very good indeed. And I have no idea what I would do if all I had to do was hang out with my mother. She is annoying the shit out of me. I was listening to my new Peaches CD and she starts in with all this bull shit about wanting to listen to her music. For years I put up with her shitty music. It’s my car. We only listen to what I want to listen to. Unfortunately my dad’s back from his trip. Someone from work called, and as usual my dad didn’t give them my cell phone number, he just wrote down their name. And it was misspelled too. How do you misspell “Katie?” Anyway, he didn’t even call me on my cell to tell me that someone from work had called. He was so gung ho on me getting this job, now he won’t give me any messages from my coworkers. That’s really helpful. What a self-centered bastard. I can’t wait until he dies!
I’ve been reading more Marshall McLuhan lately, I’m almost done with that book. I find him contradicting himself a lot, or at least it seems that way. The book seems very dated as it was written in the seventies. I wonder what he would think of our massive banks of servers. I wonder what he would think of the Internet.
Perhaps I will read some of his later books. I’ve also been working down that Chuck P. collection of short stories. They’re very interesting. Today I researched how much it would cost to get the Mac OS version of the software that controls my hands-free mouse. It’s $170. I’m not getting it. The new Macs should be able to run windows programs with no emulation. And I wouldn’t buy it just for work. My wrists have never hurt more in my life, but I’ve never made this much money in my life either. I really hope that my job in Smith River isn’t very computer-related. Tomorrow is supposed to be my crash course. I’m very scared, but also very excited. My mother thought it would be a good idea for me to have some yogurt yesterday and today, it wasn’t until my stomach started hurting that I realized that yogurt is a dairy product. So I guess my first impression on my coworkers tomorrow will be one of flatulence. Well, at least I could be incompetent. I will probably be both on the first day.
Oh yeah, I finished the second database that my boss wanted me to work on. Now I have no idea what to spend my free time on at work. I will have to ask my boss tomorrow. I didn’t get much sleep last night, the whole Ripley thing had me all out of sorts. There is that other guy from Brookings online. Perhaps I should talk to him. I’m so exhausted. I should just go to sleep. I have a long day tomorrow. And even if he said he wanted to fuck after the second line of the IM, I’m definitely not driving out to Brookings tonight. And sex is pretty much the only reason I would leave the house when I’m this tired. Holy crap. Kelly just signed on.
I attempted to talk to the guy from Brookings, but I guess he has a roommate or something. A creepy roomate. Lame. I need to go to sleep. I need to write my friends e-mails. Maybe tomorrow. I need to sleep for a week.
