It has been several days since I've updated my log entries. As in many things in life, time seeps from our grasping hands like sand. The Sands of Time. I suppose it is an overdone analogy. Regardless, I believe this is the first time I have made the comparison in written word. But who am I to tromp through everyone else's thoughts?

During this time of "journal silence", an opportunity arose for me to move out with a couple of guys in my accountability / fellowship / bible study group, Nic Winn and John Cook. It would have provided the possibility of greater spiritual growth and though it required some planning, it was economically feasible for me to pursue. I began to move in that direction and prepared accordingly. Though he offered a couple reasons so that he could alleviate himself, one of the guys felt that he would be unable to live with two roommates. I found it a little frustrating since I had already moved in that direction with them. In retrospect, I am glad the cookie crumbled.

I am planning to move into my own place within the next few months if I can bring in either a secondary source of income or have the primary source increased. With grad school on the horizon along with goals of debt reduction, I am finding myself a little cash-strapped.

As I walked the lower decks of GBC, I felt as though I was upon a galaxy class starship.

The air system gave an auditory ambience analogous to the 1701-D's and in my hurried pace to my next task, I felt as though one of the Enterprise's crewman driven with purpose. I nodded to a couple passing "aliens" who doddled about, seemingly overwhelmed by the environment before them. I entered the turbolift and reached the upper deck.

As I type these thoughts, our pastor of assimilation (honestly, that's the title) walked past my office and said the words "...in a little bit, I'm going to be McGruff the Crime Dog". Those crafty Borg.

Stardate 46424.1 The Enterprise is on a routine scan of a nebula cluster in the Angolas sector.... whoa, wrong persona !

I find myself in the afternoon of another Monday, a day which I find myself as GBC's IT department in the flesh. Today marks the beginning of my eighth week at GBC. I have done well in the IT director's absence last week, but as the Lone Ranger for a relatively large user base for one to handle, there are a wide array of issues that have the potential to arise and I know I cannot meet all of them (ie phone system issues).

Upon other matters, I was able to lose 16 pounds in six days of last week which leaves me with only 55 more to cut by Halloween. One would think there would be a noticeable difference between 241 and 225, but I think I still have everyone fooled at work when I shaved off my 5 month old goatee. I had one user today who when I went down to see him, asked me if he could help me and then when I inquired concerning the issue, he began explaining it by saying what he "... had told Bill over the phone." He was clueless that "Bill" was standing two feet away from him.