July 7, 2000 — No longer susceptible to horrible days

Just in case anyone thought the reason I missed my Friday night journal entry post was because I'd gone out, I can assure you that that wasn't the case. I actually got home at around my normal time and decided to take a quick nap. I ended up sleeping until 9:00AM this morning. My body's trying to trick me again...

Back to Friday. Everyone seemed to be having a horrible day except me, as I'm in drone mode and no longer have horrible days. Every day is just an eight-hour countdown to being allowed to leave, none very different from any other. In at the office, computers were crashing and upper-management was holding meetings and frustrating people by changing their job discriptions and whatnot. I just tried to be invisible.

I got another BV3-related email; I'm apparently to expect some photos and bios and artwork and sample tracks in the mail next week, so I'm quite excited.

So really, I've nothing to say about Friday. I mean, I didn't even take the bus since my dad drove, so my entire days was get up, drive to work, work, skip lunch, work, drive home, sleep until Saturday because my body hates me. And that brings us to now. What a waste.