I have a brown briefcase that my dad gave to me a while ago. I only ever used it as a prop. Now my backpack’s gone, so I’m going to use the briefcase. Perhaps it’s time for me to at least look more professional.

I began to write something that ranges between a paper and a journal entry about personal and societal history. I’m on the third page, it’ll end up being four or five. And of course it’ll be posted here.

I need to use my roommate’s printer to print out a few sheets of address labels with graphics on them to seal problem envelopes. I’m sure I’ll find plenty of rockin’ pics on TransFanDom.

Kinda grumpy. The Tie just got a job that pays him 10K a year more than he was earning with S1S. Maybe I should give S1S a call back and let them know I’m still interested. Good lord, I’m tired of all of this.

Is it too much to ask to be appreciated and respected professionally? Apparently.

The The trip to City Club has been cancelled. Lack of interest, it seems. Oh, well, that frees me up to hang out with Lansing peoples.

I slept way too long. No biggie, really. I don’t even feel that gnawing hunger that I usually get when I sleep this long. Maybe all this exercising shit is working. Heh.

Now, everything feels like tenacity will win out. And damned if I don’t have an abundance of that.

Constantly. No matter how rude it ended up being. I just kept finding my eyes diverted.

I posted a poem from back in the end of January to my journal that was strangely appropriate, entitled Woman.

Despite this, I got very pissed off tonight. The person who triggered it apologized, we explained ourselves to each other, and understood, I think, that we agreed to disagree. I wonder if she hates it as much as I do when emotions are so strong they overrun logic and even emotional self-preservation.

I wish I could find a Mac keyboard for my PC. These things are incredibly nifty. They are USB, maybe I should try to use it on my PC. Interesting.

Tomorrow, I’m 75% sure I’m going to City Club. I feel guilt tripped by my roommate, and I don’t want to abandon , but I know I’ll have fun if I go. This makes me grit my teeth, because either way I choose, I will have fun, and either way I choose, I will hurt one of my friends, if only slightly.

“SABER!” “It begins with a bloody S!”

The window covering we made with crappy duct tape and a plastic bag has flown off of the window pane altogether.

The glass is vacuumed, stuff has been inventoried, and the dash has been replaced (albeit crudely).

Sunglasses were found. I was a dumbass and they were wedged in the seat. Yes, I was sitting on them.

I had forgotten one item that was in my backpack that wasn’t found. My checkbook. It was found, and the nice people that found it called me. They found it on the lawn next door to them. I’m going to pick it up tomorrow, and I’ve left a voice mail with the police officer about where it was found. I’m bringing ID with me so I can assure them of who I am.

This may do no good, but I feel better having this sort of good thing come out of the shitty experience.

Ways to spend the bonus:

Need:
iMac needs to be paid off.
Car needs to be aligned.
Car needs new window.

Want:
Car wants new stereo.
iMac wants USB zip drive.
PC wants upgraded case/power supply, motherboard, processor, hard drive, video card.
Scatterbrained Skippy wants a decent PDA.

The remainder, if there is any, will go to my credit card debt.

Can somebody not let me forget that I have an appointment with the Dean of the College of Arts and Letters at MSU on Monday at 3:30 PM? Thanks.