i was a half hour late to work today. our schedule just got all.. rearranged these past few days and there was some miscommunication in there somewhere, too. oh well, no harm done. went to the library again today after work, picked up those that were recommended to me and some others, but they didn't have a few that i wanted, so i was forced to improvise. saw this very attractive girl reading a magazine and another in front of me in line at the check out place. it's all a facade. that's why i really go the library for books. opportunities to meet young, presumably somewhat nerdy, but incredibly often very pretty girls to court. of course, my courtship usually consists of standing there with my books not saying anything and wondering how awkward it would be if did say something, then quietly leaving and going home to masturbate later. actually, i really had little desire to spark some conversation with either of the two, but if i had, that would be about the extent of my, um, solicitation, shall we say. relationships are far too much work anyway, so fuck 'em (relationships or the girls?). i went and ate some bk then laid down and read a little. then i saw this friend i had not seen in some time and was offered marijuana incessantly, but refused, sticking to only tobacco and nicotine. surprisingly, there was very little shit-talking, and a lot more encouragement and proudness then i could have ever expected, but not surprisingly there was and will always be a sort of longing for the old times. i had a few good conversations that night, this night, and remembered how pleasingly pleasant a good conversation can be. it's almost 3 in the morning. i need to stop going to bed at 4 and waking up at 1. it's an odd schedule.