April 26, 2004
Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. The whole theory about becoming a desk lamp flew out the window shortly after my last entry. I feel more like a rolling cart filled to the brim with files filled to the brim with post-it notes filled edge-to-edge with ideas and directives. You know, it’s never too early to think about the future. I like to think I am rather forward-thinking for a rolling cart. Perhaps, if I can get enough sleep on just =one= weekend, I’ll convince my colleagues that I can be the desk lamp, stationary and brilliant. I’d write more but there’s a burning smell coming from my kitchen.

May 22, 2004
I used to have a life. Well, I still have a life, but it’s not the life I had before. Oh, sure, there is always the errant evening when I’m home before the sun sets (can’t remember when but I know it’s happened at least once) or the weekend spent moving things within my house (nothing beats a little fraemragoragoraem saelormifersephen [Gaelic, pronounced Feng Shui]). I’ve adopted a stray cat, that is, I’ve been adopted by a stray cat. Added to my list of things to do each day is feeding it. I like this idea of having a pet. There’s a certain affection mingled with a certain detachment when you own a pet. It doesn’t mind if I come home too late at night, it doesn’t mind that I don’t take it to movies on Saturday afternoons, yet it’s always waiting for me, yowling, at all hours of the night, annoying the neighbors and peeing on the grass outside the back door. This morning it even left me a love offering on the porch: the finger of a former employee who is now working for EA Games.

June 16, 2004
Never invite Babs to San Diego. Never.

July 28, 2004
I have been adopted by another stray thing, but this one has a name: Tracy. I don’t recall the actual date of her arrival but with it came the obliteration of all spare time. I was never much of a shopper but every shred of my time has been spent wandering through housewares shops and furniture stores. I find myself lost in conversations that focus on the pros and cons of corduroy love seats, or whether the green in the table linens complements the throw rug in her apartment. I’m quite content to be a schlepperer, even though this sudden immersion in feminine shopping angst takes its toll. Tracy keeps me fed, so I shouldn’t complain. I volunteered to be adopted. At least I think I did.

August 30, 2004
An unusual day where I can spend a lot of time at home! I have so many things on my to-do list around the house. As I write this I’m looking over that list and thinking about what

August 31, 2004
Sorry about that last entry, I fell asleep at the keyboard.

September 19, 2004
Not in touch much but thinking a lot about keeping in touch. Have decided it’s time to name the stray cat. I’ve gotten quite accustomed to the yowling now, since it’s only happening at 3 a.m. He’s a very funny cat, that Donham.

October 4, 2004
Working. Lots.

November 10, 2004
Why do you keep expecting me to write stuff here? I’m busy.

November 15, 2004
Life? What life? What the…oh, wait, that’s just the cat hanging on the screen door.

November 20, 2004
Alive. Barely.

November 23, 2004
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

November 30, 2004
I’d write something but my eyes are so bloodshot everything around me looks red.

December 24, 2004
Merry Christmas to all my

December 25, 2004
Damn, did it again.

December 31, 2004
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I can’t keep up this “all-around good guy” front for another year. I’d like to let go of all that seething rage that’s parked at my core. Just once, JUST ONCE, I want to lash out at some injustice visited upon me, but no…oh, noooooo…y’all want me to be MR. NICE GUY, huh? Well guess what, I am NOT THAT NICE!!! Trust me, I’ve had my moments where I wished Donham would get hit by a car.

January 1, 2005
I apologize that the previous post is still up but I’m having no luck erasing it from my blog.