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Friday, October 21, 2005

For a lazy slacker such as I (or such as Iíve been lately), Friday can be like that corner of the ballpark where all the hot dog wrappers end up after they swirl around in the wind for three hours. Iíve been so efficient at avoiding work this week that the pipes are clogged with it. I need a little cosmic drain opener or Iíll be stuck all weekend with a virtual plunger in my hand.

So I turned this particular Friday into a microcosm of the week that was. I shied away from doing anything all day, and then had to wedge it all into those few hours between quitting time (which is when my energy started coming back) and, oh, about eight oíclock (which is when I lost it again). As always, I crammed only the bare minimum into those few hours, but now I can face Saturday morning without having to set my alarm clock. Thatís all I really wanted out of the day. Or the week.

20 October 2005

Clouds on the ceiling.

Lest you think I wasted the whole day, Iíll confess that I had coffee with a friend this morning, and I picked D.J. up from school again, and—

Oh. I guess thatís all. Well, surely Iíll make up for it, some day.

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And I probably wouldnít even have done that much work if I hadnít promised a few people Iíd put their checks in the mail tomorrow. It was either work late tonight writing checks or get up early enough to do it in the morning before the last pick-up at the post office. I do plan to get up before itís too late for the mail, but not any earlier than that.

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