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Randy is still unemployed, however, he’s started his internship. So now he’ll be working 50 hour weeks and not getting paid for it. *laugh* Really, though? I’m so happy for him. It seems like such a good opportunity–his chances of being hired after the internship is over are very high. The only downside is that now we have completely different schedules. He’s doing corporate dining so it’s more of a 9-5 deal (well actually, more like 7-5), whereas I’m still stuck on the 4-12 shift, even mentally so on my days off. The end result is he needs to go to bed much earlier. So to give him a little peace, I spent my evening in the living room with a couple of books. (I finished one and nearly finished the second). But when I looked up and realized it was four already and Jimmy would be getting up in an hour, with Randy getting up in two, I figured I should go to bed. Plus, sentimental as it may sound, I missed being in the same room as him? But even now that I’m here, I’m still not really tired… hungry though, a bit. I toyed with the idea of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but that was… oh god, five hours ago. Ha… and today was only his first day. Although he was sick yesterday with some sort of stomach thing, probably the result of that ill-advised hamburger on Sunday night, which came out of the kitchen just a leeettttlleeee too quickly, and still wasn’t feeling one hundred per cent today, so I’m sure that contributed somewhat to my wakefulness.

I suppose I could use these waking hours that I have anyway to try and teach myself how to use the Photoshop-like program that I downloaded earlier today, but the rumbling in my stomach is too distracting for anything so involved. Besides, I know my eyes are already bloodshot–I took a good look at myself in the mirror after forcing myself to close the book.

Speaking of the book… the second one, which I am almost finished already, after only reading it for roughly three and a half hours… Well the book itself there’s nothing really special about, but what I find interesting is the circumstances under which I came across this book. We were walking to dinner on Sunday night, and for some reason we crossed to the east side of Amsterdam Ave about three blocks before we usually do so. This led our path directly in front of the library. As we passed by the library, something caught my eye just in front of one of the revolving doors. Wait, stop, I said to Randy. We turned around. There’s a book there. I picked it up and examined it. After ascertaining that it was not a library book, I looked around to see if there was anyone in the immediate vicinity who might have dropped it. There was not. I knew it must’ve been dropped recently because the ground was still wet from the brief rainshower we’d had just that afternoon, but the book was completely dry. I took another look around and Randy said, Well are you gonna take it, or what? I shrugged and slipped it into my bag. That curious event has led me to the thought that the book is not entirely mine, though. When I finish it, I’d like to leave it on a park bench, or in the subway, for someone else to pick up. I’m debating whether or not I ought to write a letter to the future finder of the book, to attempt to ensure that they keep the tradition and continue to leave it to be found in a public place… I’m even further debating setting up a website for future readers of the book to say where they found it/where they left it… similar to a “Where’s George?” sort of thing. But that’s the obsessive-compulsive in me that’s unable to let anything go without knowing what happens next?

Speaking of, the ending of the first book I read this evening, Cell by Stephen King… WTF, man?!? Does it work? Doesn’t it work? I MUST KNOW!!!!!! You can’t DO this to me!!!!

I’ve been feeling a new [diary] chapter coming on for quite some time now, and it finally came to me in a moment of inspiration earlier today what that chapter ought to be called. (In case you haven’t noticed, all of my chapters are songs). But I’m still hesitant to actually start the chapter. I’m not certain if it’s time for the next chapter yet. Graduation would seem a much more definitive point for a break. But then again, not since my high school graduation have I really ever had a definitive point for a break, aside from NoJoMo two years ago, but that didn’t really count. In fact, that really shouldn’t even be a chapter. I really should get rid of that chapter and put the entries in the chapters where they belong. But then, the chapters are more for my benefit than anyone else’s. I’m sure you all don’t even notice them.

Dawn is breaking.