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peak:

I got tons of work done Sunday night / Monday morning. And I feel pretty good even though I slept most of my day in bed.


valley:

I slept most of the day, so the work I did to get ahead on Sunday just lets me break even now. That, and I got a zip disk stuck in a computer at work today.


noise:

Silence.
(I've got the old Andy Griffith show on tv, but it's muted.)


sustenance:

Home-cooked burger
and french fries. 


thoughts:

Going to Wal-Mart; when I'll go to work tomorrow; and how to get the zip disk out of the computer at work.


monday, july 31st

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Quote Du Jour:
"A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day." - Grandma Moses, American Painter.

Of all the things people could rightfully accuse me of... having a regular sleep pattern isn't one of them. I wrote Sunday's entry in the pre-dawn hours and finally went to bed about 7 a.m. I slept most of the day before going to work Sunday night around 8 p.m. I finally left work about 6:30 this morning. How crazy is that?

I'm convinced that if I could live without sleep, I would. I mean, there are 24 hours in the day. Why would you want to miss even one of them? So much to do. So much to see. But, of course, school is just around the corner. And I heard a rumor that being awake for class actually improves grades... so this crazy sleep pattern of mine has to be fixed soon.

Who knows what time I'll get to bed tonight. It's 10:12 and I'm wide awake. Jessie is supposed to swing by my house in a few minutes so we can make a pilgrimage to our friendly Wal-Mart Supercenter. I told her that I would buy her a few of the essential things she was needing for her new apartment... And when we get together, there is no telling what time it will be when we finally break up the party. (2212)


Maybe I'm being hyper-sensitive (it probably wouldn't be the first time), but some things at work really confuse me. Lately, it's been the fact that folks seem to have a problem with my involvement in the fire service. They find it interesting. They don't seem to understand why anyone would want to be a firefighter. Of course, if they ever had a fire... they wouldn't give it a second thought... but because I'm there in front of them, I'm an easy target.

But actually, that doesn't bother me so much. It's the fact that they don't seem to understand why I want to be a firefighter... but have no problem with Devil Chick being into Satan. To my coworkers, being a firefighter is weird but being Satanic is not. I'm sorry... but that makes absolutely no frikkin' sense whatsoever to me. (2215)
When I finished my work this morning, Jessie and I went to get some breakfast. We ate it at her house and I crashed there because I was so tired. I remember lying there, looking at the ceiling and having words just flow through my mind. (Sleep deprivation does weird things to me... I usually get really chipper and happy and extemporaneous speech & thought come easier than usual.) Anyway, I was lying there... and all I could think about is how I had the perfect thing to write in my journal. Every sentence that I came up with was a winner! And I thought to myself, "maybe you should write some of this down." Of course, my eyes were heavy and my body was lazy. And I figured there was no way to forget such a topic... that is, until I woke up. And now, for the life of me, I can't figure out what I wanted to write about. Isn't that just my luck? (2220)

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