2003-04-29 9:52 a.m.

I went bowling last night for Preddles' birthday. His name is Joseph Pred, but I think it is better to call him Preddles. Most things sound better with an "les" at the end. Like, fuckles and crapples and dickles.

I wore a three–piece pinstripe suit. With the crisp, tailored pants and the oversized jacket, I looked like a couldn't decide if I was going to work in bank, or walk into one and rob it. Bowling in formal clothes is perfect irony.

I have not had enough time to write lately, as my social life and other projects seem to be taking over. Plus, I am actually really enjoying work for once. Lately, I get completely absorbed in the research I conduct.

Funny, I never thought I would enjoy a day at a normal job.

An observation: No matter how much I see my friends, I still miss them. I wonder if there is ever a just right amount of time to spend with them—some arbitrary unit after which I will feel satisfied, a time without longing.


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