Subject: nothing rhymes with 'orange' that makes sense

Mood: pisser
Music: WBZ news radio

I did not want to get up this morning. That's the first time that's happened to me since I've started this internship. I really like my job and what I do, but sometimes I feel completely incompetent and like the only reason why they keep me is either because I'm a pity case or because it's too much effort to find somebody else. I screw up a lot. I still like my job though. My supervisor is nice. She has a lot of patience with me, which is rare to find.

I am tired of bashers over at the Nascar boards. Bunch of people show up on boards of drivers they don't like, just to start trouble. I'd say they have no lives, but I spend too much time on the boards to judge such a thing. They don't seem to realise they're writing messages to real people. When you're at the computer, it's all about you. That's the appeal of the Internet. You create your own little cyber universe, and it all revolves around you.

I haven't felt like doing much of anything. I'm not supposed to be tired, but I am. I want to play GameCube but am too lazy to hook it up right now, and I was too lazy to hook it up yesterday. I should take a nap before tonight. Should. Now I don't know if I will, just so I can beat that word.

I feel fat and alone.

- dearjoan

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