9/04/02 - 9:55 p.m.

So I had a good day at work today. All kinds of things went wrong, but I took care of myself first, and just didn't let it get to me. Plus, my boss gave me a compliment, and alot of projects I thought were going to bear down on me suddenly got pushed back until later in the week. I walked out the door feeling like I'd somehow beaten the system...

I got an email from Ladyfriend, too. Where do we stand? Well, it's been a while. And I can't forget that a friend once advised me that women like to be pursued. I think that's been a problem for me, though; sometimes I actually give out a vibe which suggests to the woman that she wants to date me. But after she gets out on her own - she realizes she doesn't, and arranges that next date where she says "I'm not ready for this." "Pursuing" becomes, um, "psychological entrapment," I guess - where the especially suggestible end up becoming whatever it is that you want them to be.

Okay, yeah, obviously I'm over-thinking this. Another guy at work said you're never really sure whether you're in love or not; you just have to develop a blinding infatuation that leads you to leap heedlessly into the abyss.

Though I think the lesson we learn here is don't get advice about romance from the people at work.

Actually, now that I think about it, that probably is true. You have to spend your whole work week with these people - yet there's no guarantee that any of them are really going to be any kind of positive influence or have useful constructive vibes for your own pursuit of happiness. It's like not being able to choose your cell-mates in jail.

So, obviously, I still have some issues with this whole workplace idea. Even though work itself was okay today - I dunno, I just miss my freedom.

That freedom I had when I was unemployed, remember? Curse you, capitalism, for presenting us with two equally impalatable choices.