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Walls. I need to write a poem about walls.

I just realized something pretty funny. I know, I know, I do that all the time… but still. My company has a library where you can put yourself on a routing list for different periodicals; meaning, that your name will be added at the bottom for the next issue. I signed up for “Aviation Week” because, well, I think it’s interesting. I noticed a copy in the outbox the other day and there were about 40 different names on it, mine not included. Seeing this, I realized that it will most likely be half a year before I see the first issue, and when I do, it will most likely be half a year old. I just think that’s hilarious. Yeah, I know, no one else does. Oh well.

Lakers game tonight, no Shaq or Malone though. Oh well. Should still be a good game. Taking some friends so it should be fun. It’s so freaking cold out so I’m gonna splurge and park in the ramp. Skyways are my friends.

This is just for John’s sake

Okay, I am quickly learning just exactly how much I hate office politics. Currently, some lady -I shall call her ‘Kelly’… because that’s her name- is supposedly helping me to set up something I need for a project I am working on. The only thing is, she’s really no help at all and seems annoyed that she is even required to help me which makes her very uncooperative. Now, I am forced to be the polite person I am and continue to waste my time asking her to help me. The reason being so that I can build up enough evidence of her unhelpfulness to present to my manager so that he can go over her head and remedy the situation. Not to give the impression that my manager doesn’t already know she is being unhelpful, but we still have to play the stupid office politics game. What a load of absolute crap.

Arrrrgh.

Today is Tuesday, it feels like Monday. For that matter, yesterday felt like Monday as well. Of course, yesterday -was- Monday, so I guess that was only appropriate. Unfortunately, today feeling like yesterday is not a good sign and does not bode well for tomorrow. This reminds me of that scene in “The Jerk” where Steve Martin is talking about how long each day felt like with his lady-friend. I wonder if I can find that anywhere… let me check.

From The Jerk by Steve Martin

You give me confidence in myself. I know we’ve only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days and the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days and the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, thatstarted seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it.

What a great quote, no? Yeah, so it’s weird how being with different people can affect your sense of time. I think this might have something to do with the annoyance factor of whoever you’re with, but that’s just my theory.

Tonight I have grudgingly agreed to go to The Return of The King at Midnight with the boys. It’s been a tradition so far, but this is the first time I actually have a job to go to the next day. No big deal, but I’m half hoping we won’t be able to find tickets. What an old man I am turning into! Sheesh.

Alright, this week is shaping up to be pretty long and boring. I hope I don’t fall asleep at work too much (a few times is okay of course). Doesn’t seem like anyone will be around this weekend either. Oh well.

Cutshy got tickets for the Wolves/Mavs game on Thursday though, so that will be totally and completely awesome.

There are also some things I need to do this week or next or never and I haven’t quite figured out if or when or how I will do them. Cryptic enough for you? I suppose yeah, since I am the only one who ever reads this blog. Which poses the interesting question, how much detail into my life should I put in here. Having a vague assumption that no one will read this, but also knowing that a lot of people have the link… it is public after all. Maybe I should put something really outlandish in here and see if anyone ever notices… nahh… I doubt anyone would, so then I’d set myself up for disappointment. Dangit I’m being a bit morose today aren’t I? Okay, time to stop writing and get back to work. Yeah, I’m at work right now. Soooo productive! Bring it on long painful week!