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6:35 PM:
Psychologist Denise Park of the University of Michigan found that people's performances in a wide variety of memory tasks deteriorated steadily from an early age."It's not as though you hit 60 or 70 and fall apart. We're falling apart as we speak," the New Scientist magazine quoted Park as saying.
7:38 PM: What day is this? Wednesday. Huh. Well, here I am in the office. Seems like if I don't show up for a while, enough things pile up to make a whole day's work. I'm cool with that system. I don't think my manager would be, though. I'm tired of having a manager anyway.
I'm learning that Wellbutrin is not a cureall wonder drug. Also, sobriety, sure it has its good points. You're a lot less likely to send stupid email at 3 AM. But I still get heartburn and I still have sleep issues, and I'm remembering now, hey, didn't I used to be a lot more spun before I moved to the city and started hanging out at the bar? Nothing is simple, duh.
It was a nice day Today, at least around 2 PM it was, here in San Francisco proper. I could see the other side of the bay very clearly, even that big temple in the Oakland Hills - Mormon or Sufi or Dianetics or Catholic - some kind of cult, I forget. Hi, Oakland.
Read another Transmetropolitan collection, "Lust For Life". Liked this one much better than the first one. Better stories. I like the way Spider Jerusalem charges through the door, guns drawn, stomping aside functionaries trying to block him, yelling "I don't have to take this kind of shit! I'm a Journalist!"
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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