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Man it's funny to go back and read entries that you've written while not completely there. I don't know where that memory of Carrie came from... I haven't talked to her in about a year I guess. I also have no idea where this little scrawl came from there in the margin. It looks like my ink, but I seriously have no memory of what I meant to write down, and since it's so messy, I'll probably never know. Maybe it was some genius idea for an invention or something and I woke up in the middle of the night and jotted it down so I would remember in the morning. I wish my handwriting wasn't so fucked up. That's what I get for typing on a keyboard all day every day.

So as always, work today was especially fun. I just wanted to turn my computer off and walk out. Steve seriously annoys me. His mind works so much like a computer, if you say something illogical or random or off-the-wall to him, you can see his brain trying to interpret it behind his eyes. If you really catch him off guard, you can see his brain crashing and having to restart. His face goes slack and he stands perfectly still for a moment, then outputs some response once he's back on track. Steve's idea of variety is the different little boxes of cereal that he brings in every morning to munch on because he doesn't like bagels and nobody eats donuts anymore.

I despise him.

At least Steve is quiet though. Tom is always whistling or humming or thumping out some elderly folk tune to himself, constantly filling the office with this incessant hippy stuff from his previous life as a folk roadie twenty years ago. On Fridays, he brings in these little speakers that he plugs into his computer instead of his headphones. It drives me mad, hearing these warbly voices crooning for doobies and Wild Turkey all day long. Tom himself is an OK guy I guess, but I can't talk to him at all and he annoys me just by being there.

Enough about my idiotic co-workers though. I just seem to be irritated by everything lately. The other day, my roommate left out the mayonnaise overnight. I don't even eat that much mayo, but it pissed me off to no end. At some point I'd love to live alone, so when I put something in the fridge, it'll stay there until I take it out.


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