(Prokofiev piano sonatas again)

I see the same two guys at work walking the halls at the same times each day, never apart. One is a tall African American fellow with a mustache; the other is an Indian guy, average height. They're always walking with apparent purpose, that is, toward a goal, and always talking with earnestness about non-work-related issues. Their predictability is so annoying, I find, but even more so is the fact that neither is ever seen without the other. Christ. Anyway.. I have so much I could write about that hopefully I'll get this out of my system soon and can quickly get to the point where I have to work at topics. That's when things get interesting.

Today is Good Friday, and things are very quiet at work. This is not unusual, though. Things to do this weekend:
1. Sell my god-forsaken car! Pleeeaase.
2. Clean up the floor of my living room.
3. Study more PL/SQL. I'd also like to revise the Oracle form I use to insert data into my CD collection database. It's so crude now. I should read more about Oracle Forms too. And speaking of my database, I want to add more data. I'll get there eventually. I really should begin leaning Unix/Linus too, but I can't do it all!
4. Should learn a little French. Phrases, mere phrases, Joan tells me. I'll try. It's not so fun, though.
5. Maybe go to Tilt on Saturday. Haven't been there for a while. I'm told it's moving or closing because they lost their lease, so I may not have many more chances.
6. I should do a little research on San Francisco. I keep thinking I want to move there. This is a huge topic to write about, but I avoid it because there's too much.
7. I want to do a little addition to my web page--just some old pictures I've had hanging around.
8. Saturday I should remember to get some wine to bring to Ann's dinner on Sunday.
9. I need to read about how to display the current track number on my car's CD player. It's the one thing I need to know at all times, and I can't figure it out during the fiddling around whilst driving and being careful not to change the track that's playing.
10. I should begin reading some new fiction. I have Adam Bede, but I think I'm not in the mood for that. What then?

I am so profoundly bored. Have you ever noticed a little dissonance in your mind when someone speaks of someone being profoundly retarded? It seems an oxymoron, though I suppose it isn't strictly. I think I'll leave work early today. Why should I stay? WHY? Because they pay me to? Oh, screw that. hahah My moral compass has been out of whack for some time now. It no longer registers any moral pangs about such things. I can fit in my quick leg workout before showing my car. Yes, I will.