As the story goes I had another appointment with the girl who has the 'exterior' modem. Get there, and it works. Boom. I instaled mosiac due to her low system specs. Plus I couldn't get netscape 3..01 on disks...Disks suck. It works, kina slow, but it works. Then we get to the point of email. Oops...mosiac doesn't support cookies. All web based email clients need cookies. FUCK! Keeping my nerve, I try to download another browser (one I can't fit on a disk even with compression). It comes down pretty quick, no problem. Oops, she hasn't got stuffit expander. I get that...lol it doesn't want to self extract. FUCK!

Tommorow she's going to stop by, and I'll have to have something for her...anything. A basic email client will be enough. Mosiac works quite well for a browser, and I personaly wouldn't run anything bigger (except lynx). But she doesn't seem the lynx type. So we just need to get her an email client. Something very basic.

I've found the line between work and play. During play I can stop when I get bored. With play...I just keep going till I'm allowd to stop.

Got an email from eric today. Involving never wanting to see the host shitnego.net ever again. That came both fast and harsh. Totaly unexpected.

I'm not going to make it till monday (cash wise), and will have to borrow something from somebody. I realy hate doing this. Oh well, after monday it will be over with. At least for a while. Till the next time I streach beyond my capacity...wonder how long it will be till then.

Other things. I'm getting to the point that I somehow enjoy calling deactivated users to tell them how it is. I guess it's just the slight powertrip. Today I got all the callbacks taken care of...By like 1400 or so. I'm to the point now that I can talk all day and realy not care all that much.

I'm slowly becoming detached. Something that's v ery much needed in a job like this. I think it's about time. I'm also to the point where work is becoming quite routine. I hate that word.

I'm finding it nessasary to stop at the diner on a pretty regular basis, if nothing else just to chill out for a while. Though last night I didn't get near enough sleep. And I'm definitly feeling it now. The drive home will be quite soon.

A couple wierdo's at 3:00, a long haired pothead, his gf/sister (I can't tell), and the girs little brother. A druggie in progress. They discust me. People who use chemicals to make themselves feel better. When in fact it only causes them harm. Destroying thier minds, and bodys. A form of self-mutalation. An end to itself, without remorse.

With thier minds so far gone, it's a wonder they can function in seciety. OH, wait...I think it actualy helps them. Makes them good consumers, not to mention good people (according to the .gov). Since they just follow the leader, and not question much. Totaly discusting.

I'd rather hang out with blood starving wolves!

Very attractive girl at 2:45. Occasionaly glancing over my way. Even though she's being clung to by some guy, she doesn't seem all that interested in him. I'm not shure what to think of that quite yet.

Thier is a downside, I'm unable to tell how old she is. Looks pretty borderline for somebody I should realy stay away from. Heh, no longer a problem...she left.

Thier is also this guy nearby that's got the most sexy voice. Trying to figure out of it's faked or not.

The cycle continues in this fassion for a while, eventualy it starts to settle down a bit. Becoming a void of darkness. The occasional flash of a tiny light is all that can be seen. The lights increase in density, and intensity. Swirling around you head. From time to time they come to a sudden halt. Causing you to louse all sence of ballace. You try to fall, but to no avail. Only tossing and turning endlessly into the void. This goes on for what seems like eternity, you wish only for it to end. But this is not your fate. Death would be too good for you.

Once in a while this happens to me. Don't ask why, it's all in my imagination. Reality is just an ilusion...thier is no spoon.

Hmm, finish smoke, leave.

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