so i wake up this morning to my roomate screaming, "classes are canceled! turn on the news!" and i turn it on and see something out of a freaking movie. there's no way that the world trade center could have been blown up. this just isn't real. that's all i could think, that it wasn't real. and walking to the student center, i realized that today was such a beautiful day. sunny, breezy, and not a cloud in the sky. how could such a horrible thing happen on a day like today....a perfectly beautiful day? and then i was in the dining hall...the laughter sounded so alien. how could you laugh, or smile, or feel happy? thousand of people have just died and all hell has broken loose! eventually, i had to tune out. watched blair witch project....went to andre's....watched cartoons for two and a half hours while knowing that i don't know what tomorrow will bring. no classes tomorrow, we're still in a state of emergency. i think this is the first time i haven't been elated at the thought of no class. just watched the president...he's pretty much declared war on whoever was responsible for this shit...i hope whoever did it burns in hell. so now i just want to eat some double stuf oreos and watch some movies....afraid to go to sleep....not knowing what tomorrow will bring. sorry for the solemnity, but you all know what we're going through here. stay tuned, boys and girls....this is gonna be a long day/week/month/year
So. Over. It.
That's where I'm at today with work and this job. I'm over it. Can you believe that they're playing "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" in the break room right now? It's part of the Cinco de Mayo "fiesta" they're having. Maybe I'll go grab a virgin margarita, take it out back and spike it. That will make getting through today easier. Why are weekends so short? We're 1/3 done with the run of Shoestring and I haven't cried yet. I'll probably lose it at the cast party. Man, I hate it when they do events at work with free food. People always encourage you to eat. I never want to. Cheesy office events drvive me nuts. They feel so forced. We had a Superbowl "party" and a March Madness "shootout." I quote these simply to highlight the ultimate cheese factor and fakenosity of it all. It's Friday. I'll make up words if I want to, dammit. Oh well, the new job search continues. I think I'll take lunch early. ROTF...
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