2001-10-04 - 11:59 p.m.

It's funny. To think, just yesterday I was saying that when I don't write I get shit piled all over me and have trouble dealing with it. Then I write about it, and the majority of it not only goes away, it turns into gold.

Of course, the main problem I wrote about yesterday was the fact that I found out that, had I tried sooner, I'd have been able to go visit Sarah in New York this weekend. Then, very shortly after writing about it and putting it in here, we talked about it a bit, and this morning we finished the plans for her to bus up here instead.

So yeah, if you had happened to see me at work today, I was in a much better, more awake mood than I was yesterday. And that's because, about eight hours from now, Sarah will be stepping onto a bus to head up here for about three days. I'm far too tired and hungry right now to really convey what a good mood I'm in because of this, but trust me, I am ecstatic.

Also today, work went amazingly well. Everything just flowed right, we got the work done at the right speeds, and were only five minutes late on our first deadline. Pretty good considering we're normally about twenty minutes late or more. We tore through the work today. I managed to get out at 10:30 tonight, which is unheard of lately.

And when I got home, what did I find out?

I made a profit in the stock market.

Ya damn right. I made a profit! I, with my piddling amount of money and my slavery to the, at this level, ludicrously high commission fees that would actually be wonderful if I had more money, made a profit. Granted, it was only 13 dollars and change, but that means I *actually* made 33 dollars and change with less than $700. And that, I'd have to say, isn't half bad. Definitely ups my confidence to actually make a profit for once. I can't wait to get another chance to try again. I'll keep you posted. Even though if you don't care. Because I'm making money!

And so now, finally, things are looking up again. I'm ready to go to bed at a fairly normal hour, get some sleep, get some stuff done in the morning (including buying real food), try again to make more money, and just generally enjoy the day.

I get the distinct impression that, after tomorrow night (Sarah's staying at her house tomorrow night and coming over Saturday), there will be very little writing being done until Tuesday. Sorry folks, but for once I have an actual social life getting in the way of my diary-ing.