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Bier de Stone

Depression setting in

I really have no ambition to go to work these days.  Sometimes I imagine what it would be like working in a big library like New York's Central Library, or even the one here in downtown L.A.  Years ago, one of my co-workers transferred to the main library.  When she describes the environment they placed her in, she makes it sound like a dungeon because there's nobody to talk to in the office.  Welp, that's my situation right now.


I just feel that things are not going smoothly.  The other day I tried to buy a new pair of glasses with the insurance money from the HMO and after two and a half weeks roll by and I still don't hear about my glasses (they told me they would be ready in about 7 to 10 days), I call to check on them.  They said they called me two weeks ago to tell me that the frames I selected are out of stock.  Turds.  If there's one thing I cannot stand, it's an inventory of items on display for sale only to discover later that they aren't available.

Some other minor stuff has been making me sad too.  The girl I was dating went and got herself engaged, and now I'm left with nothing to do on weekends.  I don't like hanging out at bars by myself because I'm not one of the most interesting men in the world and socializing is not one of my talents.

Geez, I didn't realize how much easier it is to update my blog on the laptop than it is typing a stupid scene from a movie I know I will never completely finish writing.  That's another thing.  Who knew writing was so difficult.  I just… Oh shit!  Look at the time.  Time to shower and get ready for work.


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