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baby's first joint Oh it's morning again and I have no idea if Troma will make it in today or if I will be able to convince Innocent to come in instead of him or if I will be stuck in here with the big boss all over again for eight long hours. I decided though if I can get a coworker in here today then I will take off early. I did something disasterous with my personal life yesterday so I need to fix it and more time off would help. Work wasn't bad yesterday. The big boss is still trying to work with the XP OS and still hating it. Word to the wise, XP is HELL if you want to reconfigure the thing. Apparently it won't let you in through the normal Microsoft channels and instead makes you go in through these impossibly tiny back doors that we techs have to learn through trial and error. It basically doesn't want the users to reconfigure it by hand. This is fine if you are a home user and just doing normal stuff with your PC, if you work here though you have to hack your PC apart and reconfigure it to the university codes and then to our department stuff and that takes a while normally but with XP my boss is going mad. The good news on that is that he isn't really micromanaging my work though because he is banging his head against his own machine in the corner. That's a plus. He did find something he liked about the Office upgrade they forced on us. Apparently, Excel can be configured in such a way to set parameters by one person that all the other people have to follow and not change. This means that he can set our master inventory sheet up so that some columns can't be messed with, usually ones like Date Bought that we don't need to tinker with normally anyways, thus protecting more data from accidents. He's happy with that. Anyway, the day went by okay. I set up the Craftsman tool chests and emptied out the old boxes. That took a while and I learned that we have many more tools than I thought we had. We had about two tackle boxes and one huge metal box full of tools before I put them into the two intermediate sized set of drawers and that ended up being a lot of tools. We still have a lot of space in the chests though and that is nice. The place also looks much nicer and cleaner without the nasty old boxes. Ok, onto messing up my personal life yesterday... I honestly did try to buy some ingrediants to make a semi gormet meal in my cookbook. It backfired. I planned on asking spk last night if we could do it on Wednesday and he help me buy the stuff for the meal because I tried buying fish at Monihan's and I learned that I do not have either enough experiance or enough money on my own to afford fish. I am thinking of Meijer's fish and meat for anything else now. Damn expensive stuff near my house...I hit another snag with the words "baking parchament". I realized that my cookbook was British when it referred to eggplant as aubergine but I had a hard time getting anyone in the Food Coop to figure out what baking parchament could translate into for Americans. I was thinking wax paper, it is used to bake some polenta in a pan and keep it as a brick kind of, but I didn't want to risk it. So I have decided that I will cook from the book soon but not on my own. I need some more advice on terms and technique and things. Please help me spk! But that wasn't the screwup. I came back home, stuffed things away and I had bought some papers earlier in the day because my bowl went missing. Spk left me a small bit of weed to smoke, I realized when I cracked it that it wasn't much, and without my nice bowl I would have to try and roll a joint or do without. So I did. It was a funny time either way. I did a good job getting the weed into the wrapper and if there was more of it I feel somewhat confidant that I could make a decent joint. Sadly though, there wasn't much so I made like the world's smallest joint. It was sad. I had to really twist the paper to keep the small shit it had in. And then I smoked it. here is where I think I went wrong. Maybe there wasn't enough weed or too much paper but it burned quick and I had a hard time getting much of a buzz or any smoke to suck down. I had to put it out a lot when I did get a hit going too. And it smoked in my eyes a lot but I was determined to smoke the whole darn thing in one go so I did. and I got baked. I waited a while for the effects to wear off. Watched TV and all of that but it got to be eightish so I had to work on my notes. I booted up the laptop and tried to read but I was still semihigh, not fully, and I felt a bit tired so I decided to lay down and take a small nap. ZZZZ and we are awake again at 11pm. I was hoping spk would phone me because I had a few things to discuss with him. I was thinking of writing a letter to Bishy asking if she could come visit me for a day or night or something. I really liked talking with her before we fell asleep on Friday night. She is quite cute and wonderful on her own and I would like to ask her some things without Hands around. You know, girl talk sort of stuff. I got cold feet and some misgivings about the idea though so I wanted to talk it over with spk but he didn't call. Even though I was awake at eleven though I decided to go to sleep for good. I did not think it would help for me to try and write then. So I went back to sleep. Messed up my whole day, I had twenty pages I didn't do yesterday, and slept until about 6am when Moscat called me. I had no idea that I left my phone on. But at 5:45am I get a phone ringing and I answer it. It's Moscat! I was wondering if my father died or something horrible happened but it was just him stating that he was heading home from the airport and if I liked we could go out for breakfast before work. Ummmmm yeah. I kind of had to say no. Sorry. I don't get up or out of bed unless I have to before seven right now. Even the 6:30am alarm is too much for me. I told him about my vacation coming up though and he said he wasn't working as much right now so he could come visit, he's home in Saginaw right now, and I thought that might be nice. I couldn't handle his cheery queeness that early in the morning though. I debated about going out for food that morning though while he was on the phone with me, I was awake, I would like some hot breakfast, I have no money, I miss seeing him, oh God he's too cheery, I don't want to be too happy before work, but eventually decided against it. In retrospect though I should have gone, I had a dream about Denny's soon after replete with the Meat Lover's Breakfast and their lack of service. It was almost a commericial if I hadn't had to run to the morning bus afterwards and yell at my old bus driver for not picking me up. I have to figure out the meaning of that dream, it happens a lot to me. I know that when I was young we had to fight to keep my house on the Howell route and often they wanted me to walk to the end of the road, it was a pretty busy road too, but we kept winning the battles. So somehow I think the bus, missing the bus, running after the bus, all seem to be linked to childhood fears of not performing. Not performing what at the moment I don't know. Probably guilt for not writing my thesis. as for today. I am horny. I wish I could get some meat up in me. I know that I need to work but I really want to have some hot nasty animal sex. I know spk won't be out until tomorrow and it is the last week of breeding so my body is going mad but I want dick so badly. It's crazy. I jerked off yesterday and had two wonderful orgasms, the second of which I was certain was going to be a squirter, and I know that I can do that again but it isn't the same. I enjoyed it though, one good clincher followed by one that just made my clit feel soooo good, mmmm I want more. and I want dick too. I wish spk could live out here, and I know that in a few weeks I will be out there except for appointments back in town and that will be nice. Right now though two weeks is too long to wait! I hope I can get out of here early. I am so ready to stop working you wouldn't believe it folks. I want to sleep in and freelance not sit in this stupid office and drive myself nuts. I want freedom and fun and SEX!!!!! Damn I need some dick. Daphne |