It's me again. Still here. Still with nothing much to do.

Yeah, I brought the story file in, but I haven't touched it. This morning I spent 1-1/2 playing Cubis. Then I walked over for coffee. Then I practiced sketching for three hours. I'm not getting any better. I think it's time I went ahead and signed up for a class.

I mean, sure, had I any ambition to draw nothing but weirdly proportioned aliens and unlikely shaped trees, I'd be doing well, but I don't so I can't say that I am.

I have, with much effort, almost learned how to put hair on a head and even to get the features in the right place, proportionately. Unfortunately, what little skill I've developed stops at the neckline. My last sketch bears an uncanny resemblance to a Frenchman wearing a cat costume.

Maybe I'll go back to rectangles. I was getting pretty good at those. Those and vanishing points. I could sketch nothing but empty city streets with nice, rectangular buildings.

Yeah, I could be writing. I keep telling myself...open the story file and get at it, you lazy bum! But I don't listen. I never listen. (Damned kids today.)

Buehler called in. He's celebrating his vacation by getting sick. Poor thing. I feel very sorry for him today.

I like Buehler, I really do. Not the least because he told me to be sure and get up and go home early today since there's nothing to do. (And I didn't even tell him I came in at 7:30!)

I've been debating just when I should leave, but I can't make up my mind. Can't leave too early, because I have to give Extension 17 his paycheck and I know that the second I pay him, he'll just leave. Technically I should give it to him at 4:00, but maybe I'll stretch a point and make it 3:30 this week.

Yawn. In the meantime, maybe I should go ahead and have lunch? That might perk up my brain enough to get me writing, anyhow.

Later: Blew that. Instead of going out for a decent lunch, I ate an entire package of beef jerky, which will probably make me sick. (Well, no, it won't. Nothing makes me sick. But it should.) I'll be spending the rest of the weekend eating fish and turkey to make up for that little excess. I hate fish.

Oh, and I've decided to leave at 3:00.