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Tuesday,
March 19, 2002
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recycled reflections
"It is easier to fight for
one's principles than to live up to them."
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time stands still while fleeing I wake up very, very tired. This is understandable. Because I got sucked into a great Robert Altman movie that I didn't know existed, Cookie's Fortune. Most of it isn't that good really although it does have those signature Altman camera glides and stuff. But the action between the Patricia Neal and the Charles Dutton character redeemed it all. IFC somehow sucks me into something called Girls Town after that, made in 1996. I'm not usually into teenage angst but the low-budget quality sucks me in.
I have decided that I am going to accomplish something today. And I'm going to do it by concentrating on one thing for half hour intervals. No interruptions for e-mail or looking things up that occur to me but have nothing to do with the task at hand. If someone comes in my office or I have a meeting, I'll take the interruption. I plan to accomplish a lot more than usual today.
Work. So, yeah, I try that. And, to some degree, it works. I still take some random paths, like I always do. But. I feel I accomplish more than usual. Except. I'm dizzy. I almost changed the heading on today's entry to 'dizzy.' I've been feeling it for a couple of days as I said. Get up quickly or look down then up. Dizzy. It just last a second, though, and reminds me that I'm congested. So I have one meeting that I'm going to attend. I go upstairs and talk to the non-managers because the managers haven't shown up. Hmmm. Well, OK. We are chatting, I mention the dizziness, we talk about all the allergies and colds, someone says that another employee's ceiling tiles are moldy and she thinks it's making her sick. The managers never show so we leave. I'm really feeling dizzy. I even stumble a little. I take the elevator down instead of the stairs. I decide if congestion is the cause, I better take something and I swallow a Dimetapp. I'm having trouble reading stuff for a few minutes but the pill seems to stop it. A manager (not one of the earlier missing ones, a different one) comes in and we discuss packaging and pricing. Suddenly, it's six o'clock. I feel like I've accomplished a little bit. I've had a few interruptions.
Lunch. I was going to eat something healthy. But when SuRu suggested Schlotzsky's I went along and had a small orginal, chips and a Cherry Coke. Good fast food, though.
We didn't have anything scheduled for the evening. I'm feeling a little wrung out...from feeling dizzy and then the soporific effect of the Dimetapp. I eat two bowls of Oatios with sugar and whole milk. I read the three newspapers. I doze. I read a little PC Magazine. I sleep. I am the dullest person alive.
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