A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in the secret show Whew. another one of those mad-scramble, assholes-and-elbows kind of dsys. playing with the scanner to create a few documents, working on getting the newest material related to the "big project" distributed out to the all of the approapriate parties. didn't fall asleep until about 4:30 and just barely avoided sleeping through my alarm, woke up just as it was getting ready to shut off after screeching for nearly a solid hour, that left me with about 20 minutes to hit the shower, get dresed and run like hell out the door. it was chillier inside the house this morning than it has been in the last week or so. it made me not want to get out of bed, the covers were too comfortable to shake loose, but i knew i would be busy today and didn't want to run the risk of falling behind... as it goes, i took a short lunch today and did all the big jobs that came across my desk (no choice really, everything lately has had a same-day deadline) frankly, i think it is time to tidy up just a bit and go home i've had too much energy for my own good lately, if i could think of something, to do i would take a second job...as it is, i think i'm gonna walk home... i would run or jog, but i twisted my ankle pretty badly a couple of days ago and my right achilles tendon is still feeling a little sore, besides, being one of the larger land mammals in the neighborhood, i have few if any natural predators and prefer to stand my ground on those occasions when i find myself challenged 4:10 p.m. - 2003-01-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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