July 22, 2002 (in the am) – A black man, a Hispanic and a long-haired guy walk into a bar in Texas with a cute blonde…wait, that DID happen.

Fark, fark, fark…I can’t sleep. Sara was keeping me occupied with IM so I was saved from the banality of late night cable but she logged off.

I was thinking about some things earlier…I am not sure I mentioned this before. I have wanted to find someone to help me with unpacking my crap. I make subtle offers to people that seem to slip underneath the radar or are just not considered. I don’t get it…

New IT person starts tomorrow. I have to get in early to cover some information for a quasi-weekly department meeting (thus, the need to sleep). Hopefully, I will now be able to find someone to go to lunch with between the people in Imaging I know, the people in CS I know and now the IT crowd. Hell, some of them are all for eating pho! I had a tentative lunch appointment with another co-worker (in none of the above-mentioned departments) but it is consistently turned down when I mention it.

I will be all alone after Wednesday. That is going to suck. I guess I get to study. Routing, routing, routing…

Oh well, more bad TV.