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5:30 AM
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- Here I sit trying to turn a metaphor literal: “But the sun doesn’t rise today until 7:24.”
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8:25 AM
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- I’ve been lost in my project: “Is that rain I hear?”
- Opening the blinds behind me: “The sun has missed its deadline. Clouds.”
- “Intellectually, of course, I know that it did rise, but that I just can’t see it.”
- “I’m speaking literally now, not metaphorically.”
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8:32 AM
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- The power has just gone out: “Thank goodness I’m on my laptop, and didn’t lose any of my changes to this file.”
- Seeing: “IBM Access Connections: Trying connection with adapter 11a/b/g Wireless LAN Mini PCI Adapter II” pop-up message in the bottom right corner: “Oh, but my cable modem and wireless LAN upstairs have gone down. Good thing I’m just working in Word, and not relying on the Internet at the moment.”
- “What a great time to take a nap, though.”
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11:20 AM
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- “God what dreams I came in and out of at the very beginning of this nap. Strange.”
- “The good news is that it’s time for lunch.”
- “Let’s see. Where was I in this document? Had I gotten to the point where I care yet?”
- Wheeling my iPod: “Yes some Verdi operatic choruses are in order. “
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I worked on my ENG 675 project document all day long today.
At 5:45, I drove to Durham, picked up Robert, and we had dinner at C&H, a K&W-lookalike in Durham. I had some baked tilapia, which was very, very good.
We had a real nice chat over dinner, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
We had tickets to see an oak tree tonight, but I had tons of work yet to do on the second draft of my document, which had to be in by midnight tonight, and was coughing enough with this cold that I didn’t really want to be in an audience with it.
We ended up blowing off tonight’s performance, since we have tickets to see it next Friday as well, when my friend is playing the role of the father. The tickets were pre-paid, so Manbites Dog didn’t lose anything on the deal.
I worked on my paper until just before midnight, and had to send it in nowhere near where I wanted it to be.
Oh well. Surely, the sun will come up tomorrow!?! No, you may not call me Shirley!
