June 16, 2002
Tick tock. I have lately grown impatient. I need things to start happening. I need to make things happen. I need to make the coming week superior, make sure the party is good, get home to buy an interview suit. All that vaporized and deposited as a thin film on a razor’s edge. I feel like somebody’s asking me to lick it. At least work is going well. I feel like I’m getting a grip on everything that’s been asked of me and I’m also starting to stick my nose up in the air and sniff for project ideas.