Saturday, November 01, 2003

"Marriage for sex is like flying to London for the peanuts."

--Garrison Keillor
November 1

Reading: The Adventures of Augie Marsh

The boy is asleep.

I'm off the beeper for the night.


Nobody tells you parenthood is so fucking hard but it is.

It's a terrible burden. I can see my sickness creeping into him and it's not fair but I can't help it. I don't enjoy anything at all and I can't stand it anymore.

November 1, 2003

Feel terrible-wife is at home with kid, while I'm at work blogging.

Oh well.

On call-that constant state of nerves-always ready for the next beep.

Listening-"One I Love", REM, Eponymous

Remember when this song meant something.

In the car- "Institutionalized", Suicidal Tendencies mix tape.

That suits my mood better at the moment, but the Car CD is on the fritz, and there's no way to listen to tape at work.

Oh well.

Friday, October 31, 2003

October 31, 2003

It's amazing the extent to which people will go to avoid work. It's Halloween, yet half my company seems to think it's a holiday.

I hate Halloween. I hate Christmas.

I am going to bed.

October 31, 2003

I'm not sure why I wrote that about the girl. I'm sorry. That was crude and unnecessary.

I hate my job and I hate my life.

I've had enough.

Thursday, October 30, 2003

October 30, 2003

"Without A Trace" was tremendous tonight.

When the girl at the pharmacy bent over to write my name on my prescription, I could see her cleavage.

I have to lower my cholesterol soon or I'm going to die.

I'm not sure that it matters, though.