||[Sep. 13th, 2002|11:42 pm]
I had an update all ready to go, ,I pushed post, and it told me it couldn't connect to the server. I got up, made sure the cable was plugged in, and hit the goddamned power key on my new keyboard with my phone as I sat back down. Ugh. So, you're getting the even more abbreviated update. My job ended because the executive director thought actual good-at-the-job-ness wasn't nearly as important as Spanish fluency. Grrr. Zeke and Miles have fun tormenting each other. She (Miles) instigates most of their fights. Jerry is still sweet, so I say :). I think our leaders are acting like a bunch of children. Stupid children, at that. The thing with Florida cops holding those guys for 12 fucking hours was absolutely wrong. They ran a fucking tollbooth. Get some decency, people. Not everyone with brown skin is a terrorist. Goddamn. Okay, I'm tired of squinting to see what I'm typing (new contacts, wrong prescription), so that's all you're getting now.
P.S. Hi, Dad.