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2003-05-02 - 12:02 a.m. Well, my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. That’s about as far into the song as I can go without getting maudlin, so I’ll just stop there. I’m going on a road trip. I’m not quite sure how it will all turn out. It’s not some Hunter S Thompson foray into the desert, I’m just going to San Diego, but it’s also not some horrid Tom Green vehicle full of wackiness. Perhaps it will be both. I’m not really sure. I have been so stressed out of late. All the transitioning and the drama at work. The interviewing of the temporary candidates. The farewells and the explanations. I’ve settled on I’m going back to school as my stock answer to But Why? as Because this company is so fucking retarded it’s a miracle it survives just doesn’t seem to work. And that is the simple answer. I felt free for three days and then the weight of everything settled in on me, along with the panic that I don’t have a clear idea on the next stage, and that really it would behoove me to deal with it as it is rapidly approaching. I’m so used to living day by day that all my forward thinking skills are shot. I look forward to my trip. Zen and don't cry out loud - 2007-07-29 Zen and the stumbling rocks of fitness - 2007-07-19 - - 2007-07-11 Zen and fasting - 2007-06-20 Zen and hiccups - 2007-06-18 Guestbook Notes |
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