I actually was considering writing a journal entry last night, but didn't

because the house had lost its net connection.  Looking back on it, what

was I thinking?  Granted, I wasn't sober at the time, but that's a silly

reason not to write in my diary!  So I can't upload it right away . . .

this diary IS for me, not for anyone else.  That I let others read it is

secondary.  

Can't wait to start my new job and move to my new place.  It didn't dawn

on me until I was afforded the luxury of moving out what a hole this place

really is.  I can't wait to have enough room to have a desk instead of

combining the role of desk into the roles of bed and floor.  

Wonder what to do about my birthday.  It's at such an awkward time, with

people from Berkeley having already left, and people in Palo Alto not

necessarily back yet.  Plus Chris is in Cleveland.  Not to mention the

fact that most of my (rather few) 21 year old friends are going to be out

of town.  Grr.

Not much new.  Got back into playing Zelda64.  Addictive game.  But I got

super pissed off trying to beat the shooting gallery for a good 30 minutes

straight and failing, so I'm not ready to take that back up just yet.

Oh, the depths of depravity one will sink to.  I don't have any food of my

own, I'm out of cash 'till payday due to a financial miscalculation on

my part,  AND the frat doesn't provide food for summer.  So I'm left to

forage off the random remains left in the kitchen.  Mmmmm, half-gallon of

nacho cheese.  Ok, I didn't sink quite that low.  But I did make a

whole-wheat tortilla cheddar cheese quesadilla with salami for flavor.

And a side of scrambled eggs.  I've really got to exercise more.

Hmm, this is my brain on empty.  back to reading microserfs.  again.