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7th June 2000, Wednesday, 11:52

Well, didn’t go to work today. Too damn tired, figured I’d only not work if I went to work. So I’ll get some sleep and work well tomorrow. So here I am, raiding my flatmates CD collection for ones to rip, checking my e-mail and making a list of things I’ve learned over this Gap year. 

But first, Had a massive conversation with Fliss last night, (Which is what made me so tired) She wanted to do something, that’s great. 

So Learned:

Always, ALWAYS when asked to go to lunch, GO. For at least the first week, and then mostly for the first month. 

When away from home, for the first time, you realise your in the work, and the world is around you and there’s nothing inbetween. And sometimes it’s not a very nice feeling, but mostly you get seduced by the power of the situation. Which is why people grow up I think. 

Somewhat like the author of the Cytonomicon, everyone has a brain, and sometimes they even analysis. 

Organisations, Business and management are in their own little world, and it’s a weird world. Really weird. Management Today though, it’s a laugh. 

I want to make computer games.  Unbelievably completely and utterly obsessed by wanting that. Maybe I can persuade Fliss into that. 

I should program now. No really!

Damn I’ve got a headache, it’s no doubt dancing about the house like D’Angelo. Not good. Shit, I haven’t had a headache for ages. I need TV. What was that? Jesus, must be a worst headache than I though. How did I get no work done today? How is that possible. All I know is dreaming about having nicer feet than fliss. Weird shit and a half. Then I smelt my bills, that Visa one, smelt like Wart removal liquid.  I don’t know, I was just smelling things about the house. Huh, that could be a loyd grossman type progam, Smelliing things in the home. Or something. Simon, why is fliss so obssessed with him? Beejesus…. I must get more sleep. I was pretty sure this was a sleep induced headache but now I’m not. 

Oh yeah, had oxtail soap for lunch. Why is there a restaurant called primitive feast or something, with big oak tables, large bowls of steaming borth, great hungs of fresh soft bread and big mugs of coffee or beer.  
 
 
 

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