Finally going to write another entry in here.  I have a working computer
in my room - and a desk!  I start this out and I feel like I'm forced into
writing in here.  The same way I felt trying to exercise tonight; soon
into it, I lost all energy and motivation, and couldn't do it even if I
tried.  But I've got to keep writing, and this is a project I want to
continue as well.  Blah blah.  

I'm having a wonderful time these days with Sarah, my new romantic
interest.  Many trips to the south bay, to Stanford where she's schooling.
Don't mind the drive, it's totally worth it.  I feel like there's never
enough time to spend with her.  Never enough time these days to do
anything I want.  But I'm sure that's only because I'm not making it.  I
have all weekends, and whatever time I'm not working and sleeping.  I
spent a bunch of that today watching buffy, building a desk, eating
dinner, talking to Sarah over IM.  Not bad.  Good, relaxing things.
Nothing to show for it, though.  

That's how I feel.  Nothing to show fo rmy life.  I still hate my job, I'm
trying to find something else.  Not a fun or easy search.  

great.  all uninteresting, nothing creative to say, I'm tired and this is
making me upset.  wonderful.