A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i can grow bread mold....with my mind Today was one of those days that just seemed perfectly symbolic of so many of the things i've said.
The only upsides to today were the Coltrane and Billie Holiday CD's i picked up today from the guy who runs the deli in the building. Beyond that, it was the kind of day i could mostly do without. It started out well enough, but took a decided turn when i slipped, twisted my ankle and crashed in the mud a couple of blocks from my house while walking to the office, all because i decided i wanted to take advantage of what looked like a relatively pretty day after having to go back home, wash up, and change into fresh clothes and then wait for the bus, ther was one of my one-on-one meetings. A public information request, they came all the way up from Tucson, which is just about an hour from here. I had prepared the material that one of the reviewers had requested only to find out when she gets here that she was mistaken and did not know the right noumber or the year of the material she was looking for. only by the combination of quick, intense research and sheer luck did that stuff even turn up Later, i had to go rettrieve some material from Archives only to discover that the main portion of what i am looking for is not in Archives in the first place and may, in fact be here, if the person responsible for administering it didn't take it with them when they moved to another agency Loaf of bread i packed in my luch supplies for the week went moldy spring is springing, and Murphy was having its way with me today 5:19 p.m. - 2003-03-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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