May 10, 2006. Wednesday.

I could do last gasp well on a couch of pain in the cloud.

I expanded leaves
though the color was gray.
April, 29. 2006

The same morning comes everyday. I tested, asked the correct specification, fixed the program, tested again and again.... I beccame a good businessman little by little. But did I became a better man? I only repeat a sentence 'I have to become' or 'I had to do' or 'I hope'. I rarely use a sentence 'I did' or 'I could' or 'I achieved'. Today is a damn copy of the damn yesterday, everyday. Now I can't write a next sentence because I'm going to write 'I have to'.

I finished to fix two program in the afternoon. I think I worked well today. When I left the office at 10 pm, I received one mail. The mail led me heaven and hell. Either way, I already died. I'm now writing this diary on the train to home. I can't stop seeing the blackest side of everything.....

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