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I really meant to write something over the weekend. Honestly, I did.

Friday night we went out to the Green Leafe with about 10 people from work and harassed a waiter for a couple hours. Well, he wasn't really a waiter. He was usually a bartender, but for an unstated reason that night he was out working the tables. At least, that was the reason he gave us that kept him from being heckled more than he already was. There was some sort of Guinness event going on much later that night (11PM), but the benches along the walls at the Leaf are not made for sitting in for long periods of time -- there's a ridge that comes out of the wall at about head or shoulder height that prevents you from comfortably leaning back against it -- so we weren't going to stick around for it. Besides, Guinness tastes nasty. I've just got too much of a sweet tooth (sweet jaw, actually) to enjoy something that bitter.

Liz and I left the bar with two friends and went onto campus for a bit. Jeremy and I were in the mood to go bother the staff where we used to work, but we got there & found out they close at 5 on Fridays. On the walk over there we were trying to think of an annoying question to ask them, preferably one that we always used to hear over and over again. After a little thought, we realized that all the common problems we used to have to solve probably aren't issues anymore. People aren't checking their email on disks anymore, using PMail, they've moved over to mongo Windows NT networks, so people might actually be able to save a file on one of the machines and retrieve it from another.

Yeah, right. Tech support is still a shit job that will absolutely suck your will to live unless you go somewhat mad and realize that nearly every soulless drone that calls on the phone is quite likely to, at some point while they own a computer, uninstall crucial system components because they think they aren't using them, then call tech support and accuse them of somehow breaking their computer. Because no matter what, it sure isn't something they did.

Sorry about that. Obviously, I'm still in recovery.

In any case, that's why Friday night was a wash. Saturday was a lost day. More or less literally. I can't remember a damn thing I did that morning. I watched some Saturday morning cartoons (well, Batman/Superman), and... no idea. Dead time.

It's the dead time that bothers me the most, because I keep thinking of what I should've/could've have been doing with that time. The dead time is where I should be writing, or reading more books, or doing something that a couple of days later I won't think of as just lost time.

Liz and I rented The Full Monty Saturday night. I really thought it was funny movie. I kept noticing little bits about it though that kept bouncing me out of the story into noticing that it was a movie. I don't think there's any scenes on the "street" where there are any extras wandering about. Everyone who shows up while the characters are outside has a line or something. No one is just walking by. And in the Job Center, in an area that's supposed to have a severe unemployment problem, usually only has the main characters hanging out in it. Still, very good movie.

I think what I need is to really just to stop being such a lazy-ass and do something instead of always being such a slug around the apartment. In the past few months Liz has probably read over 20 books, knitted I don't know how many feet on a scarf, and made her webpage into something that's really impressive. I've played some Bard's Tale and watched Sportscenter. And that's really about it. And it shouldn't be. I've got a fairly substantial stack of books that I haven't even started reading. I'm writing a story for another site that I really should have finished at least three weeks ago. And about eighty other things that I'd like to do, but I never do...

Now I just need to get going.