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There are days when I start talking about something at work and my brain starts screaming, "You're making more work for yourself. They'd never come up with this idea on their own. Abort. Abort!"

I sadly have never learned how to heed that voice, so I drink whiskey instead.

What little anger I've harbored for the past few days is gone. I've regained my perspective and playfulness.

Saturday, I have to pick up my rare-breed, organic turkey. Afterward, I may make one last look for matsutake mushrooms before the season is out. Then, it's beers with ArcherNU--I'm thinking of introducing him to the Comet.

I suppose that drawing a venn diagram to explain to everyone else i the room who in the room has a clue isn't productive, but I can empirically tell you that it's loads of fun.

Today, we roamed around the auto show. There were no overpoweringly rad cars--the Lancer Evolution MR was close. Plus, the Mitsubishi booth chick gave me her number, much to the amusement of Lum and PunkJr. I also saw Hot Marketing Girl again, and she gave me her number and email address. I miss her.

Afterward, we wasted time window-shopping. We also managed to delay eating...
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Today marks the nadir of people qualified to tell me how to vote, which is roughly no one. I'll be glad when Thursday rolls around and, hopefully, this political season will be over. I pray that I never live to see politics come into fashion again.

Welcome to null's How to Impress Your Boss.

Tip of the day for Thursday, October 28, 2004: Make sure to be watching Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas trailers when he comes in to see if you've got the Visio network diagrams done for one of the three segments of tomorrow's presentation you'll be handling.

Extra points if you don't turn it off while you're...
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I just watched three obviously college freshman alterna-hottie chicks try to special order burgers at Dick's with no meat, pay with a credit card, and get hit on by a fat, drunken redneck that was chanelling Chris Farely as either Matt Foley or Tommy Callahan. "Sooooo...where are YOU lAdies FROM?"

It was fucking rad.

I feel a distance growing between my friends and me. I'm trying to blame paranoia, but I'm terrified this is my inability to function with other people returning. I suppose in the end I'm still probably brilliantly adept at being alone; I just hope it doesn't come to that.

I showed my pimp hand at work today, and finally got some traction on the latest project. While I had some downtime, I wrote a program to test my solution to yesterday's brainteaser, and I even managed to find a generalized mathematical solution. After work I tossed a football with the attendants at the gas station as I was filling the tank and was pleasantly...
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I've become obsessed with solving a goofy little math problem. I've figured out the answer in my head, but I can't quite create a general solution. It's been a while since a problem grabbed me. It's nice.

I'm all wound up and have nothing to do.

The day is not mine.