Friday, August 27, 2004


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. cire 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.


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