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Today...was a day. I think that I was so tired I missed most of it.
I remember telling Dr. Lidh he should consider himself lucky if we only hit him with a brick.
I remember a scary lady from Hospice.
I remember lunch with Hayden and a talk about a rock horror musical involving a collision between face and record press.
Then there was...house! Oh yes...the stupid twits that built my house put the sliding glass door in backwards, which means that the man has to come back next week to take it out and put it back the right way.
Work.
I was looking through my notebook when I was at the house, and I realized how much I dislike the work that I did even a year ago. It all looks so unfinished to me, like my brain and my fingers weren't having the same thoughts. And I'm afraid that I'll feel the same way in another year about what I've done this year. Am I improving, or merely increasing in self-loathing? It's tough to tell sometimes.
I remember telling Dr. Lidh he should consider himself lucky if we only hit him with a brick.
I remember a scary lady from Hospice.
I remember lunch with Hayden and a talk about a rock horror musical involving a collision between face and record press.
Then there was...house! Oh yes...the stupid twits that built my house put the sliding glass door in backwards, which means that the man has to come back next week to take it out and put it back the right way.
Work.
I was looking through my notebook when I was at the house, and I realized how much I dislike the work that I did even a year ago. It all looks so unfinished to me, like my brain and my fingers weren't having the same thoughts. And I'm afraid that I'll feel the same way in another year about what I've done this year. Am I improving, or merely increasing in self-loathing? It's tough to tell sometimes.
