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  Not As Far As I Know

6 September 2000

10:30 PM: My Wednesday holidays are over - for now, at least. I sure did like that. I would have liked it even more if I hadn't been working just as hard - harder! - on my "time off" as I did on my "time on". Hmm. Nobody says that, do they? "I've got some time on coming up Monday." "Hey, me too."

I like work if it's something that's interesting but that I can still actually do. Seems like the last week and this one have taken a detour into another country. What do I know about kernel threads in FreeBSD, or how to access style properties of text objects in Quark using AppleScript? Here's a hint: it's less than the mass of a neutrino. Trying to make things work has just been about banging like a monkey on these big black boxes, and it's not making me any smarter.

Ever so dull lately. Food in my teeth, too. Am I really thinking about going away for months and months to non-English-speaking countries? Or, rather, duh I'm thinking about it, but will I really go? Certainly would be out of character. I'm getting more conscious every day that I am not exactly following a plan designed to get me into the second quarter of the millenium, much less half time. It's just so much easier, you know, to keep drinking and smoking and eating crap and not sleeping and above all, not thinking about it. Article in paper yesterday, headlined: "Americans Shun Changes in Diet, Take Pills Instead". Duh again, that's kind of the definition of an American, isn't it? Food pills!

Last week, though, I heard about three different people, in random contexts, who died before the age of 55 - two before 50. D E A D have another round on me! Would make one think were one not to be on one's guard against such.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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