I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N 9.17.2002
Another image from Trillium Lake. + + + A night of insomnia last night. Didn't get to sleep until 2:30. I was in bed by 11. I eventually crashed on the couch. I was so tired, too. 9.16.2002
 Sunset at Trillium Lake. "The moon that night was this wee slip of a crescent and it hung low in the sky at dusk. Actually, it hung so low that it appeared caught in the cottony, pink clouds on the horizon." 9.15.2002
Last night, after hiking, we went to a party at the house of one of T.'s coworkers. She was staging a one-act play. It was cute. In the standing-room-only crowd I saw a former coworker from my brief, breathless stint as an Art Director; a girl who I hung out with a little bit when I was taking classes last fall in drawing and art history; and more than a few vaguely-familiar faces that were troubling me. As we were heading through the kitchen to say goodbye to the host, after some really uncomfortable conversations with his coworkers (in their defense, I was perhaps a little tipsy and fatigued from our 7-mile jaunt so maybe their offputtedness was somewhat related to my apathy, but I don't think so), we were stopped by a couple standing by the, um, I have to say, rather odd plates of finger foods. One of them was a girl whose face I just could not place and it was bothering me earlier. She turned out to be the friend of a friend who I once had a lengthy coversation with about graphic design (I'm guessing, really, I can barely, barely, barely remember the event) at our mutual friend's housewarming party where she thought I should hook up with her boss and do some freelance work on their site. This was, we determined, way back before I started at my first job here, sometime back in 1999. Naturally, nothing came of it and I started my job and that was that. So, that was roughly four years ago. I stayed at that job just shy two years. Well, maybe a year and a half and then I jumped ship for the aforementioned brief, breathless stint. After an interesting three months I was layed off in a highly-predicatable manner and became just one voice on the hit record that has been playing (especially here in Oregon) for over two years now. (On a side note, I started this journal when I started that job so that I could have a place to write about my working life safe from prying eyes. Isn't that sweet?) So, this guy who was standing with friend of a friend asked how long I have been freelancing (he just started his shiney, new job as an Art Director at T.'s company this year -- grumble, grumble, what-the-fuck-ever) and I thought for a bit and said, "Um...over a year, or like two years, actually coming up on two years very soon." Two years. to be continued.... 
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