Thursday, February 28th, 2002 | 6:00 am
I feel very strange. I have been up for many hours in a row, finishing my videographical obligation and sundry other, less-interesting obligations. I have come up with one conclusion: At some point, you just stop feeling tired. You’re too tired to be tired. That’s how I feel. I feel like sitting here at my computer. Of course, I feel like going straight to my bed and turning into basically a lump of stone for 24 hours straight. But I can’t do that. I have Spanish homework.
Wednesday, February 27th, 2002 | 12:00 pm
Soooo…. I am waiting for some video to render. How boring is my life? I am up at 4:38AM waiting for my computer to create a certain pattern of pixels on my hard drive. What a nerd I am.
So, what am I gonna talk about?
Let’s see.
How about digital currency? Why do I still have to keep up with checks these days? Why, at the very least, can I not pay everywhere with my check card? I can view each day’s purchases the next day online already, and that is good enough for me. Yes, I understand it is nearly impossible to completely phase out cash. But is near-universal acceptance of a check card too much to ask for?
OK, I am kinda random tonight. But what else am I going to do with a pot of coffee and my endless crazy thoughts?
My coffee is cold now though. Maybe one of those mug-warming devices would be cool. But would that make the handle too hot to touch? I guess not.
Wednesday, February 27th, 2002 | 2:30 am
Hmmm. A journal. It’s hard to tell whether or not I will actually write in this. Oh well, I guess we’ll see. I just got back in from work and I made a mini-pizza and some coffee because it’s going to be a long night! Working on this video has been cool just because I had never used Premiere so extensively before. In addition, *sigh* I have so much to do. Some print ads for the Campaigns project, Independent Study lessons need to get sent in, and I gotta make sure I get into Grad School.
I did, however, find a Papa John’s coupon in the mail, for an ENTIRE free pizza. There was a nice letter in there apologizing for delivering my pizza late. I don’t really remember getting a pizza particularly late, but they usually take a little longer than they say and I am not one to remember everything anyway.
Well, back to work on stuff I guess.
