10:51 p.m. - July 20, 2003
Bad Jason, bad Jason!
I committed an action both immature and self-serving: I looked at my evaluation results from the course section that ended Friday. To do so I had to obtain the key to the office and snoop. The result? The best evaluations I've ever had and I feel small.
It is desperation for a pick-up, the force that pushes you towards the mirage though you know it's illusory, just to have something to do and stave off the end.
I am feeling alone tonight.
