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tuesday, june 9, 1998, 03:11 still haven't heard anything from my potential future employer after another call in and a message on the voice mail which is making me believe more and more as the days go on that there is probably no chance that this job is ever going to come to anything. this is not necessarily a bad thing. i'm enjoying getting up late and not really doing too much as the days go on, though the guilt factor is starting to set in. for example, today i got up, took a shower and went out, got breakfast, checked my mail in the mailroom and went off to look for a poster frame for my buffy poster. while at the bookstore, i bought a couple of Rebecca Hart cds, then went home for a bit, then had danny drive me out again to check on the frame again after actually measuring the poster, then, in a fit of determination, i walked through the steadily increasing downpour to the library, a building which i haven't entered more than three times in the three years that i've been at school, to look for a copy of coupland's Girlfriend In A Coma, which, of course, they didn't have. this was proving to be a fairly worthless days. dan and i then did some planning stuff for a site which we're supposed to be designing which should have already been done a long, long time ago which is done in one incarnation but which has to be completely re-worked which i'm going to deal with tomorrow and for the rest of the week. which doesn't really explain why i'm up right now when i was supposed to be asleep two hours ago so i could wake up at a reasonable time so i could actually have a worthwhile day instead of another wasted one. but who am i fooling, really? dinner was cooked, another movie was watched (City Of Lost Children tonight from the preview of Living In Oblivion last night from the preview of Amateur the night before) and then sleep was supposed to happen. well, after a bit of web research for russell's loft business at school and some work on the previously mentioned web site. then, the doorbell rings, and mike shows up, after having disappeared all day. and we talk a bit, and i end up feeling, as i often do, like an awful friend because i have nothing to say to him to try to cheer him up as he lays on the floor of the study next to me at the computer and all i can do is say one wrong thing after another hoping that sooner or later he'll put me out of my misery and tell me to shut up or something. and can someone please tell me what's up with this weather. here it is, i'm on my summer vacation, and it' been lingering around the mid 60s all week and while i can't really complain since i do actually like it colder rather than warmer, it certainly doesn't feel like i'm on my summer break when i have to wear more layers than i did during the last weeks of the school year. what's up with that?
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