.Wednesday, March 20, 2002 |
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one of the 'lost in Austin' mural series
"It gets harder the more you
know. Because the more you find out the uglier everything seems." |
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don't go there I wake up groggy. I let off a few sneezes. My throat is a little scratchy and my head a little stuffy. I feel better after I get up and shower. It lasts all day. No severe dizziness. I am trying once again to get things done. I work on several projects, rereading stuff to make sure I understand it, running some jobs to test stuff. I don't go out to lunch. I have a banana for a snack and then a plate of nachos at lunch time. I have a meeting a 5pm. Another person with a staff job. He thinks he knows how to accomplish things. What. Ever. I just keep trying. And I don't pretend any expertise outside my product line. There lies danger. I want to know enough about my line to help make really serious decisions. Not just rhetoric but real, tangible, possible things. It's getting harder and harder because if you don't do real work then it's, um, harder to affect anything real. After my meeting, I try to do some work. Someone stops by to talk. I finally get out and go home. FFP has purchased smoked filets and stuffed potatoes and he and Gayle have sauteed some vegies and opened a bottle of wine. Very tasty. I finish up the wine. I sort of want some more but I don't open any. We watch a program on the security guy for Morgan Stanley who died in the tower and then some shows like West Wing and Law and Order. I have tomorrow off. I can just go to bed and think...I'll get it done tomorrow. I mustn't put too much pressure on myself, however, having a day off. It's only one day. I have to get downtown early for an event. However, what if I were retired? What if I had every day to think about my own life? |
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