5th July 1997
Another day wasted slogging away at the computer. The routine is quite familiar by now. Wake up around the time 'normal' people eat lunch. Sit in front of the computer. Maybe around 20:00h turn the damn thing off and watch television until two o'clock in the morning.
Why spend so much time in front of the computer? It is a deceptive machine. It can take a time period and squash it down, like your life is being runtime zipped. You don't really notice at first. Sure, you might wonder where a few hours have gone - but when it becomes a matter of "Oh, this is July? Already?" then it becomes a problem.
You don't have as much as you wish to show for it either. A few programs and
some stories/documents. Were they worth it? Were they worth the duration
spent staring into the strictly logical unemotional circuitry?