Wednesday,
February 6, 2002
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fleur
"Riches are for spending."
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where's my head? The day is still kind of cold and bleak. I run sort of late to work. Partly because I write a long work e-mail before going to work and partly because I'm lazy and I'm trying to look some personal stuff up on the WEB.
I don't have any meetings today that I really have to go to. A couple of times, one of the managers that I 'advise' comes by to have a quick deal, but mostly I'm on my own to catch up. I divide my time between researching some stuff and reading four different documents. When I get bored with one thing, I just do another for a while. I also challenge myself to get below 100 e-mails in my inbox. I succeed. (Yes, I know it isn't real work. So?) I have lunch with a work colleague I never see and two buddies who now work some place else. At Kyoto. We have some gyoza (dumplings) and I have this soupy rice thing with salmon. We talk about this and that and it's quite pleasant to see these guys again. Smart and funny.
After work I go home. I dig around in the frig and make a pancetta, tomato and spinach sandwich. Some chips and green onions. Some leftover wine. FFP comes home from a political gathering and I have a little guacamole with him after he makes a trip to the store.
I fiddle around with cleaning off the top of the dresser that must move and sorting through stuff in the guest room. I don't accomplish too much. Just moving stuff around.
More leftover wine. Newpapers. WEB surfing. Why is it that almost the only thing I ever find to watch on bazillion channels of cable is Law and Order.
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