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Well…it has been ‘proven’ that my suspicions were incorrect. Apparently I’m crazy and probably imagining everything. I don’t think I’m crazy…and somehow hate for people to think that I am psychotic. I should learn to not care what people think. I really should.

The only reason I’m looking forward to the weekend is because I won’t have to come to work. We don’t have any plans for the weekend (other than Service for the Departed on Sunday) and I hope I’ll actually be able to sleep late, rest and relax.

I’m dead tired and not in the mood for anything. I was crapped out again at work for ‘being on the Internet too much’. Bastards. I wonder sometimes if my manager knows what my work applications look like. I wonder if he knows that some of them work within Internet explorer. Maybe he doesn’t.

Let me log off before I get fired for crap.

P.S. I’m not comfortable talking about what my suspicion was at the moment, but I might feel better about talking about it at a later stage.