March 8th, 2002

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Another rough day due to a rough night. Last night I again slept without resting. I felt miserable when I woke. At work for only three hours I now find I am already watching the clock. I am looking forward to the weekend excessively.

I have a massive headache. It is partly eyestrain and partly sinus. The vent above my desk is blowing frigid air on me. This is not a happy situation.

nanowrimo 2010

Lunch du jour

I found a hideous travesty of a honey-mustard grilled chicken breast in the vending machine. I ate it. I have no shame. I ate also the ham sandwich I brought with me today. Now I have no appetite. I can't remember the last time that happened.

I don't enjoy my trips to the cafeteria for coffee. I have found the route and don't worry about going astray or encountering the unexpected, but I find myself walking in Morse code. Step. Step. Step. Shuffle-shuffle-shuffle. Step. Step. Step. This concatenation of abrupt ion is annoying. I dislike intensely the posture I assume while walking and the whole process of walking without seeing clearly where I go.