2002-05-23 - 12:59 a.m.
Been going out after work so much lately. Trying to stay out of the apartment, I guess. Seeking diversion. Also seeing what's out there. I guess. I've had maybe two days off this month. Wait, let's put this into perspective. I worked 13 out of 14 days. Twice. In a row. One Big Company-free day every two weeks. Don't mind too much. Saving for a new apartment. Money for going out after work. Helpin' the Big Company. The interviewers got a little extra money. Good for the economy. Well, I've had an economy of days off. I can be kept going on life support, but I can never again be a functioning human being. That kind of thing. This weekend, though. This weekend I have three days off. Saturday, I'm going to see Patti Smith, They Might be Giants, and Suzanne Vega. For free. Outdoors. So. I have three days off. In a row. The (ex) Girlfriend is going to be away for the weekend (not that I plan on being capricious, mind you). This is the my life equivalent to going away for vacation. If I don't have a kickass time, and every minute, if I spend every minute watching the Red Sox on TV, cleaning, masturbating, worrying, and maybe going on a half-ass walk, I may as well throw in the towel.
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