toil

practically offered another position at work, forced changes coming on. i argue with the developers, who might be the stupidest people on earth but luckily (for them) are only accessible to me by phone and email. x moves his desk to the other side of the building, moving on as well. he sneaks out early to curl up in his cave-room and be prolific in his own style. my boss avoids me until later, when i finally am told that unbeknownst to me he's cancelled my project. i sigh and cross my fingers, hoping my financial luck holds out.

someone crawled atop the plaza hotel and dropped an anti-bush banner. it was right outside my office window. i watched the swat team surround it and fall off the building trying to get it down.