May 9, 2002
I seem to have nothing to say, it has been an unremarkable day. Nothing out of the ordinary at work, nothing beyond the usual chaos and turmoil that has become the foundation of my days on the 8th floor. My screen saver now has a semi-ironic acknowledgement of that state. A day without any fun, a day marking time, doing what has to be done. I am desperate for some real social interaction, an actual conversation above art, music, the state of the City, politics, whatever, with another intelligent, informed being. I've only one choice for that on the Island.