12 January 2004 20:55

actuary ghouls

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from the department of not-interesting: tonight, i took various boxes of Official Papers (pay stubs, utility bills, transcripts, bank statements) dating back from 1997 or thereabouts, and began to Organize them. by which i mean to say that i organized them first by type, and then chronologically, and then put them into folders inside of a black plastic file box. i believe i am being possessed by a foul, foul demon. perhaps the rootless, haunting spirit of an actuary who suffered an untimely and grisly death. i have no other explanation for this kind of deadly-dull mania. i don't go to sleep early enough anymore. i have to teach a class to the legal department. i have determined that if the terriblehorriblenogoodverybad co-worker is a stone bitch again tomorrow, i will say to her, "big whoop. wanna fight about it?" at least it will make me laugh. my feet are cold. good night. love, might