The Wall, and How to Hit It
20 March 2002
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4:16 PM: It's that 3 PM kind of time when I'm perfectly capable of walking from here to there, of carrying out simple tasks - preferably working from a written list of a few clear instructions - or even talking to someone, but what I can't do is sit still and think. Coffee didn't help, going out for a walk didn't work, buying stamps didn't work, buying a tall double mocha doesn't seem to be battering. Now I'm giving The White Stripes a shot. I'll see.
Cause when I do think, I can't tell if the nightmare quality is really there in this code, or if I'm just seeing everything like that because I'm asleep.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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