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peak:

It's only 3:44 a.m., so no real high yet.


valley:

It's almost 4 a.m and my dumb ass is still awake.


noise:

Eric Clapton.
"Wonderful Tonight"


sustenance:

A big ol' handful
of Skittles...
And a couple of
allergy pills.


thoughts:

Allergies.
Work.
Perfect Moments.


monday, july 10th

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Quote Du Jour:
"Modern man thinks he loses something -- time -- when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains except kill it. -- Enrich Fromm.

Some of these drugs I'm taking for my allergies confuse me. This one over the counter pill says that it will combat both runny nose AND nasal congestion. How is that possible? My logic says that if you're congested, the pill will make your nose run. And as soon as it starts running, the pill will congest it again. Don't laugh. I think this actually makes sense. At least it's my little way of explaining why I haven't been cured yet. :-) (0323)


I was watching a news program on the Fox News Channel last night. It seems that there is now a gay PTA organization in Seattle. Am I the only one that doesn't see the point? We've got parents. We've got teachers. We've got an organization to bring them together. Why do we need two... one for straight folks and one for gays? That makes no sense.

Segregation is bad. We've established that. It's no longer allowed between blacks and whites... and it shouldn't be allow between gay people and straight people. All men are created equal. Am I the only one understanding that? The problems we're facing today seem pretty tough at times. I would think they would be easier to handle if we worked together. (0329)
The other night, I drove through the college campus I live near.

It was the campus Alex and I made our early morning stroll through. We sat down on the steps in front of the library and talked for quite a while before finally heading back to my house. There are a couple of weird sculptures in front of the library. I remember looking at them off and on throughout the conversation and trying to figure out what the heck the artist was thinking when they made them.

When I drove through, I stopped to look at those sculptures in front of the library. I still don't know what they are supposed to mean... but I know that looking at those steps and that area... and hearing the peace and quiet that surrounded us that night... I knew how perfect that moment had been. It was one of those times that you just want to bottle it and save it for later -- when things aren't so perfect. (0335)
Gee whiz. It's almost 4 a.m. I had every intention of getting up and going to work as early as possible this morning (Monday). I hate it when I do this. And I do this to myself a lot. I get working on some projects and such until the wee hours of the morning... and then I'm not productive when the next day rolls around. I feel like such a goober when I do this. (0337)

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