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18 October 2000 Staying awake at work last night was a struggle, but that isn't that unusual for my first night back. As tired as I was though, there was still one thing that I had to do before I could rush home to bed in the morning. I had to get something for Ann since her birthday is this Friday. I suppose that I could have gone at night, but I tend to sleep late on Wednesdays so the morning option seemed like a better idea. Despite being half awake, I still managed to find something simple yet meaningful for her. Now all that I have to do is wrap it and remember to bring it with me to work on Thursday night. ... I'm not sure what kind of reaction I'll get from Ann when she sees the present. She certainly didn't ask for one from me, nor did I mention getting one for her. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I like doing things for her. Sadly I won't be able to hand it to her in person. What I mean is that she'll get to work before I do on Friday and rather than making her wait all day, I think that it would be better to leave it on Thursday night for her to find on Friday morning. I might miss out on the surprise element, but at the same time I think that I'll make her morning a little better. ... We are still in the middle of discussing A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce. It was four years ago when I had first read it on my own and had no one else to talk with about the book. My girlfriend at the time wasn't much of a reader and the academic world was a distant one for me at that time. Now reading it for a second time and having people actively talking about it is a nice change of pace.
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