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October 23, 2001
Tuesday. Two-sday. Too-sday. To-sday. Feels

Tuesday. Two-sday. Too-sday. To-sday. Feels like it should be at least Wind-sday. Blustery.

I think I'm getting sick. I feel achy, sneezy, tiredy, and a little cold-sweaty. These days, when you start feeling sick, you hope it's the flu.

I'm fairly sure my illness is being brought on by my profound lack of sleep. I think I've been averaging about 5 hours for a few weeks, and my body is rebelling. Immune system is shutting down, microbes establishing beach heads, advancing on my defenseless mucus membranes. Ha. That reminds me. Something funny I saw yesterday reading Dave Barry. I love that guy.

Why is baseball our national pastime? Because it is a metaphor for life itself. As George Will put it: ``In life, as in baseball, we must leave the dugout of complacency, step up to the home plate of opportunity, adjust the protective groin cup of caution and swing the bat of hope at the curve ball of fate, hoping that we can hit a line drive of success past the shortstop of misfortune, then sprint down the basepath of chance, knowing that at any moment we may pull the hamstring muscle of inadequacy and fall face-first onto the field of failure, where the chinch bugs of broken dreams will crawl into our nose.''

Ripped from http://www.miami.com/herald/special/features/barry/2001/docs/oct21.htm

Anyway.. where was I...

Volleyball was a bit of a travesty last night. We lost all three games again, which is depressing. It's not nearly as depressing as the summer games were, at least we're playing something reasonably close to volleyball, but it's still nice to win every now and then. I made a couple of really bone-headed plays, missed a serve, and hit one spike really hard right into the back wall of the gym. Got the power, now I just need the aim.

Had a couple of beers watching the baseball game, then got home around 1 and had a nice night, still not getting enough sleep. I really wanted nothing more than to stay in bed this morning, and it turns out I should have. As usual these days, all the work I should be doing is delayed for one reason or another, waiting in the queue so that they all might descend upon me at once. Work is fun.

My aim now is to have a good time for the next few weeks, months. I need it. Keep humor and joy and love in my life, actively. Spend time with those most important to me, enjoy the city, get out of the city, explore. Ironically, it will take a lot of time management to get in all this relaxing. It's so easy for work and piddling crap to squeeze their way into all of my time. I'm not writing enough, not reading enough, not thinking enough. I want to start that screenplay I've been tossing around. But I feel it coming. A period of enlightenment. The Reformation. At the very least, some kind of Inquisition.

I got one of the nicest compliments of my life yesterday, but I don't want to repeat it here, lest I cheapen it. I'll keep it in my head and heart instead, where it's safe.

I've also forgotten 90 things that I was going to write about. I really have to start writing these things down more. And then actually transferring them after I do. Yeah, I'll do that.

Image: Grasping chain link fence, in the pale sodium street light, criss-crossed shadows on faces, eyes of hope and light.

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