One week 'till I'm old enough to drink and rent a car!  Had a pretty good

diary-entering streak going there, but last night I was dead.  My first

day of work went from 11am-1am.  Way overkill on my part, I got wrapped up

in doing something or other.  I left today around 11, and that includes

leaving at 7:55, on a whim, for an 8pm showing of Star Wars.  I finally

saw it.  I gotta say, I thouroughly enjoyed it.  Except for Jar Jar.  I

wanted to kill him within 30 seconds of his appearance.  Natalie Portman

being a mega-cutie made up for it, tho.  Definitely a very 'fun' type

movie.  

Got my first writing assignment today (I start on it tomorrow)!  

[insert what became a 3 hour diversion, most of which was playing Midtown

Madness.  that game rules.]

I'll be reviewing the recently-released Star Wars: Episode 1 Racer.  Pod

racing.  I'm excited!  

I've been spending a LOT of time at work. It's only been two days,

but I see a pattern developing.  I'm sleeping a lot less, and sleeping

regular hours, which is good.  But will I end up simply devoting my life

to work, in search of structure and meaning?

My body was the only way I could get my message across and it was such a

bad message.  I crashed myself.  In the end, it was work that saved my

life.  But then work became my life - I was technically living but

without a life.  And I was so scared.  I thought that work was all

there was ever going to be.  And oh, God, I was so mean to

everybody.

I wish I could write like that.