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Friday,
January 11, 2002
Moderately
better, thank you
I think I really,
really needed a day off yesterday. I'm still not feeling 100%, but
my God there's a huge difference from how I was feeling
on Wednesday. Maybe one of these days I'll learn that:
- I'm 35 years
old, not 16, much as I can't believe it myself;
- I can't drive
myself for weeks at a time on projects anymore;
- Eight hours
of sleep a night is a good thing.
Well, I already
knew Number Three.
But yeah, I just can't do this anymore. Lyndon was saying that he can
always tell when I'm pushing myself too hard, because my face gets
all saggy and tired-looking, and I look older than I actually am
(as people usually think I've just turned thirty, this is saying
something), and I have to admit that I look like shit.
So
I took yesterday off, spent most of it in bed recuperating while
my GI tract settled down, and today I actually feel human. So what
did I do? Dove right back into the user guide, of course.
Man,
I'll never learn.
I'm
starting to fear the upcoming summer, yes I am
 I
was really torn about going in to work today, too. The weather is
decidedly springlike -- I think it may have hit 70° F today,
and the sky was blue as a sapphire and almost cloudless. As Steve
and I agreed, it was the perfect day to go find a shallow, grassy
hill and roll down it.
 Except
it's January. Granted, it's January in Texas, but I remember this
time from last year and it was definitely a lot chillier than 70°
F. And while we're not going to have temps as glorious as today,
the weekend and well into next week is supposed to be balmy and
quite pleasant.
I repeat
-- it's January. The middle of winter. Can you imagine
what this place is going to be like in June? Hell, May is going
to be sweltering at this rate.
Global
warming -- gotta love it. Not.
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