I�m taking a break from my story for right now:
Nothing much to say today. I�m tired. I haven�t been sleeping well since this virus descended upon me. It�s been hammering me for over two weeks, so actually, since right before my birthday.
Last night, I think I did sleep some. I even remember dreaming that I was back in high school picking my nose and taking a test.
Last nights slumber was obviously not enough sleep, because I was still achy and tired when I woke up today. Had a hard time getting up this morning.
I�m very sore and sleepy now. I just got done moving 6 computers. But at least the monitors weren�t those 100-pound suckers, so I guess I should be happy. Work has kept me busy.
I got the welchiel worm virus somehow yesterday. I�m not sure how.
So, I had to shut down my pc and take it off the network.
This morning when I got here I had to do some repair stuff on my pc at the exact same time that 4 people needed like, 6 different things. I was irritated. Finally got done, and then I did that move with a few guys from my team. I�m stronger than I thought. Maybe there is muscle underneath that fat.
Rambo the detective called me yesterday. No news about the DNA review, huh? No information man. But if that bastard thinks he�s walking free then he�s wrong. He�s as guilty as sin. He�s as guilty as the day is long. Do I need to go there?
My friend Lisa is still pissed at me, I�m pretty sure. My member�s page has let me know she�s updated, but I haven�t read her since Wednesday. I just don�t want to deal with it right now. Lisa will insist on her innocence right down to the end and will not admit for a second that she did anything wrong.
I also am surprised that she keeps tabs on every little thing..and believes I�m among those �slamming� her man. I�m not slamming him. And even when I was pissed at him, it was like, I don�t know, 18 months ago. Maybe less.
When I was mad at her the last time, it was 6 or so months ago. And it is over.
This time, I wrote something in my journal, because it is, my journal. I let her know about my journal so she could understand me more.
Journals are places you are allowed to vent. It�s a guilt-free zone. I prefaced my words with �this is silly� and �it could be my INSECURITY talking,� realizing of course that anyone who read it would understand it is just my opinion and I�m entitled to one of those.
What was a small thing, turned into a big thing. While Lisa is entitled to her feelings, I am too. I didn�t get mad over nothing. It certainly was something to me.
So, we�re just not gonna talk until something bad happens. Isn�t that the way it is? I�ve said I�m sorry, and if she�s not willing to accept it, then she�s not. That is okay with me.
I got all day.
12:13 p.m. - Friday, Oct. 24, 2003
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