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21th May 2000, 13:50. Sunday.

The weekend. Why do people ‘work hard and play hard’? They should get a job they enjoy. Play hard at work and relax at weekends. That’s the plan. 

I love my little tub of Grass wax perfume by Gap. It smells of freshly cut grass. (Why would anyone want to smell of grass? Because it’s a summer thing! As are flowers.) Smells great to be honest. You can’t buy it anymore though, so I have to use it sparelingly.  I feel like I’ve got one of those one off treasures the hero picks up in a fantasy novel. It’s a nice thought, and a nice little stainless steel tublet too. 

Back to work tommorrow, to work on solving a big java problem. Well not a big one, but a moderate one, that’ll serve me well in my life to come. I hate the thought that no matter what you do, someone is most likely going to be better than you at it. And they’re most likely to be male. Damn them. Males have to attract females, so they get bigger brains to do it with. They’re more likely to be the best at things, males go for extremes. Females, we get the right to choose. Or we would have except for the whole second class citizen due to an agricultural lifestyle. I’ve really got to find out why that is. 

Great booze up in the middle of this week. Wednesday. I know, not the best day to have one, but it couldn’t be helped. I can’t get from Dursley to Bristol on a Saturday (Can’t drive.), so it can’t be a Friday. Would have been nice. Not getting up at 5 in the morning, then watching hackers for a couple of hours getting the shakes. Which is weird, cos I expected a headache. usually I get sick as well, but India really strengthed my stomach. 

Will De ever reply? There’s no point to a conversation with a time delay of a month, especially when we have the fastest communication medium so far to play with. I don’t want to break it off though. But I don’t want to be waiting around for answers to urgent questions. Why can’t he organise his life? And why does he have to love me? He knows I’m never gonna love him back. And if he were female, no I would not b attracted to him. He better know that. nd shit I sure as hell don’t want to say it out loud to him. 

How do I get mostly Homophobic friends? Deary me. I should really get a life that way. Fliss is alright, sure, Fliss knows, but Nicky, nope. And I can I keep on being bothered to lie? It’s worth it to have something to do at lunchtimes, and boy do I get some weird stories fromher. (Which satisfies my writing genes.) I’m surprised that my flatmates don’t know I’m gay. Majority assumptions go a long way I guess.  Graham wants to use the comp today doesn’t he? Oh well. He’ll get it. Won’t be able to do any research on crushingly machinistic science facts about the body and brain. 

Am I going to go out again on Wednesday? There’s something to be said for changing your mind into an alcohol sodden version of your self, but I don’t really feel like it. I think normal-sober Meg is rebelling and doesn’t want to be temporarily suspended for a night. Or maybe I’m just scared, you never know. Or maybe I don’t want to go on a lieing spree. Which I’ll have to, staying over at nickies an’all. 

Bloody sun has come out again, jut after a downpour which ruined my hung-out washing. damn it. 

I’ve got three main projects - Webpage / JavaMuse / Book / Game. Okay so that’s four. Big deal. I’d better get working.   ~meg 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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