Somebody break me out of my jail cell! I was thinking about posting something like that on OKCupid or MySpace or something. I suppose I really shouldn’t, but I really need to get out of my room.
I don’t like this feeling of doom. You know, what I always find myself staring into.
ID’s Doom spells doom for me.
The slow dancer does actually have to take to the dance floor. At the rate I’m going, I haven’t even gotten that far.
I seem to be varying my activities a little more. I’m not spending my free time just playing computer games. These days there’s also posting here and a little IMing as well. Still, it seems like I’m doing very little of value.
At work today, I thought I messed up this one important person’s computer or at least her connection to the network. I got very stressed about it. Fortunately, I think evertyhing turned out to be fine, but I wonder about how much that increased my stress level. I think I became very panicky. Maybe because I could only imagine her response attacking me. Although, I didn’t dream up any specifics of this attack. I based it upon what I understood of her character, but maybe only the negative aspects.
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