The coffee tastes like someone pissed in the pot after it was made. I hadn't had any all this week, and I allowed myself the luxury and what do I get? Weak, acrid-tasting swill. So it's now tepid and sitting on my desk.
I managed to delete the lovely entry I wrote on Monday (or was it Tuesday?). I wasn't paying attention when I assigned yesterdays entry a file name. Stupid me. So if anyone has a copy of it (in your history folder, or something (you know, maybe you print up my entries because they're just so damn fascinating?)), feel free to send it to me.
I lost my position at diarist.net because I am a lazy slug. I am no longer "webring wrangler". Nice of them to not actually tell me; although it's not as though I notified them that I was going to have a series of personal issues taking up my time and would most likely slack off anyway, as that's a natural tendency of mine. However, after the initial five minutes of growling at the computer screen, I realized that I didn't want to have that obligation anymore, and I forced myself to write a nice e-mail to the girl who took over.
I haven't sent the letter I wrote to C— yet. I haven't been able to get stamps. I'm also kind of hoping that there'll be some sort of 11th hour reprieve. You know, "Gosh, I'm so sorry but I fell down a flight of stairs and was suffering from temporary amnesia. I couldn't remember how to e-mail anyone." That's not going to happen. I'm going to send the letter tonight.
There's no such thing as a good goodbye. (Where did I pick that up? It's syrupy.)
I may have mentioned the construction going on behind the building (or not). One of the machines is the size of a steam shovel, but the head has the sort of attachment you'd expect on a jackhammer. I suppose that's what it is, really, a jackhammer. It does the same thing, but on a much larger scale. They're using it to knock down the foundation walls of the building that previously occupied that site. The head comes straight out of the flexible part used to maneuver it, so it looks a bit like a bird questing for insects as it searches out places in the foundation that need hammering. I felt oddly endeared the giant jackhammer on a tank base (I don't know what that gear is called. The treadmill sort of thing that tanks have to make them go forward and backward).
I found Katie's gift; I'm going to drop it by her house tonight (sometime). I'm not sure if today is her actual birthday, because my memory isn't close to being that good. I just know that it's the day the actual party was held last year. At least I got the damn month right.
That's all.
