I just checked the web statistics (as I do somewhat frequently), and I’ve noticed that someone is repeated viewing this page using Anonymizer. I’m quite convinced that it must be none other than TRENT, the IT Director from Creative Assets. I mean, come on, doesn’t using Anonymizer sound like something a paranoid IT Director would do? I don’t really mind a bit (in fact I think it’s sort of funny), but Trent, if you’re going to read my blog, at least come out of the closet. I mean, you shut off my Creative Assets email account two days early, you lectured me about my installation of Yahoo Messenger, Tim’s quite sure you were logging my web habits while I was at work….I know those were all acts of unrequited love and admiration. Touching.

In other, less paranoid news, Dre and I went to drinks at the Fishbowl with Rusty and TW. It was like pulling teeth to get Dre and I out of the house (he’s sick, I’m depressed), but–as usual–once we were out it was fun as all hell. All of us got tired and left the bar at 11pm, though. I had to laugh, thinking of how just five years ago 11pm was about the time that whichever crew you were partying with for the night would be starting to think about getting ready.

“Oh shit, it’s only 11? Well, let’s smoke another bowl before going to the warehouse–you know the line will be hell before midnight.” Ah, a raver’s life. When the party doesn’t start till 10pm, and the smart people show up at midnight. Or later. But I liked to be there by midnight to feel the energy build. In fact, in my raver daze I was even known to get to a party at 11pm, but if I was going out with a group of friends (ie laggers!) it was always later.

Anyway, now we come home at 11pm. Andreas goes to bed, I check my email and blog compulsively. I don’t feel that I’m missing anything.

Except for a job.