I woke up late Saturday night/early Sunday morning in a panic. Something had to be done. Since falling back to sleep was out of the question, I decided to drive into the office and fix the situation. In the middle of the night, I thought it would be a good idea to take Richard’s desk and all of his stuff and move it all out into an alcove in the hallway. By plugging everything in, I figured it might work. Maybe Richard would think someone in IS reassigned him to the alcove, or maybe he’d get the message, and I’d have the office to myself. Just as I was getting ready to move all the stuff off Richard’s desk, I noticed a well-worn copy of “Speaker for the Dead.” Either he bought the book used — which I seriously doubt because people don’t buy used books that are that tattered — or he’s read the novel several times. So I drove back home and fell asleep right away, only to be awoken by a disturbing dream. Since I’m writing this blog with a fake name, I’ve been open about my insecurities and shortcomings as a human being, but there’s no way I’m ever going to write about that dream.

Oh, and good news! I won $235 playing online poker! Don’t be surprised if you see me playing Texas Hold Em on the Travel channel.

Isolation Score: 3