Nov. 13th, 2001
I'm so tired. Very strenuous day. Did that project for Verbal Skills. Train ran 50 mins late in the morning and I was frozen stiff by the time I arrived at work where I had to carry boxes until my back hurt. Which it did all day. Then my dad called me on the cell and asked if the "Prosecco" was a gay bar! o_O He needed to judge over a private who had left his quarters without permission and then heard that he went to that bar. Knowing that I know about such things, he called me. Gah! First, I didn't want to say anything. Didn't want to out someone against his will. But then dad said that if this really was true, he'd understand, because then it wasn't just having a drink with some buddy, but trying to see someone you really care for! Weirdness...
Now... tired...
Now... tired...