dreams of: smiles, Texans, and Emily. at the same time they could be considered nightmares, depending. Now that Dennis passed us, we get to the regular workweek and...there's nothing to do. Well, there's plenty to do, but beauracracy is in the way. Don't ask. Anyways it almost seems like I'm out of my league; I mean I can keep up with most of the conversations and the lingo, but the guys I work with still just look at me like "What the hell is that guy doing here, anyways?" So then I ask myself the same question. And I find things to keep busy until I get the assignments I have been promised. Of course it looks like now we have another storm heading our way. So maybe things will start picking up in the next few days. I hate that thought, but not for that reason. And even still, when things do get through in the future, I can't help but think that these guys who are here all the time will think back of me and say "What the hell was that guy doing here, anyways?" Still their boss hired me, so as long as he says so, I'm here to work (ok, intern). But I do say I typically look good, in my shirt and tie, tan skin, sleeves rolled up; yet with eyeglasses on to add a look of smarts and also seem important at the same time. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

My boss is in the same boat as far as having nothing to do, more or less. You know what, it's just a strange situation. I'm not even gonna write about it, there's just too much I could say. So let's transition to: my Gran flies back in tonight; she's been in the states and so for the past 2 1/2 weeks it's just been me and Grandaddy. Somehow, we survived. It was the longest time my grandparents have been apart from each other in 50 years of marriage. Crazy right. 50 years. Also I need to call my brother; I've been putting it off for over a week now, although I don't know why. I really want to talk to him, actually. He saw Dylan on the 4th, and he's become a Dylan fanatic over the past year or so. Plus, I just miss talking to him.  ¶ 7/12/2005 03:25:00 PM