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12/12/2002 entry: "Eesh"

Haha, my hits have dipped to an average of 2 a day! WOO! I SUCK! NO ONE READS MY JOURNAL!

I don't know how much I care. I was thinking of a redesign though. Like always.

I really should convert industrialbeauty into something more... useful. I don't do anything with it. I don't know if it's that I'm sick of it in general, or just the format of it has gone wrong. Maybe I need to try something else. Something more like a writing portfolio. Just something different. I don't like how impersonal and stupid it's gotten. And... dry. Desert-like even. Remember that Simpson's episode where Homer made a webpage and there was a tumbleweed rolling by when no one was visiting his site? Yeah, that's my site. Whoo.

Okay. That's what I'll do at work tomorrow. Think about website things. And play Freecell. Haha.

We have a new person-in-charge (student coordinator, not ASC, sorry...) and she's encouraging me to bring in my CDs, since they put a boombox next to us at the desk... it's supposed to be for christmas music. Oh well to that! Haha but no, I won't play anything loudly, if anything at all.

FUCK. Okay, so.. I don't know what to tell you. I have a lot of things to do. I have work, and Christmas presents, and... sleep? Sure. And lunches and coffee and going out way too late at night.

Sigh.