Here it is another day sitting around my apartment rather than going to work. It's
gotten so that I hate that place. The occupancy has been so low that there have only
been two people per shift and I'm working a lot of days alone with someone I think is a total prat. Needless to say, I've been reading *a lot.* I've finished a Stephen King
book in just over a week.

What I should be doing is writing, except it's so annoying to have to do it long hand.
I'm able to do the stream of conscienceness better and easier -- which I believe is the
point -- on the computer.