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Today

10:48pm CST Friday 22 November 2002

Recently (whatever that means), I discern something about how I live my life. Something like when I don't take care of myself, I end up feeling anxious and unable to decide what to do next, like the OS that spends more time trying to optimize its actions than doing what it needs to do.

My life has been thrown off balance due to working many hours at work. My paycheck indicates I worked like 90+ hours in the last two weeks, which to me is a lot, considering at FSD I worked like 35 hours a week and walked 5 minutes to get there, whereas lately I've had to drive 30 minutes to Prestonwood blah blah blah whatever. fuck trying to defend if I have actually been working a lot.

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I did get Oksana's email address. She's the cute Russian girl at work, and it turns out she has a seven year old son. That scratches her right off my list, but she's still cute. I'll write to her soonishly maybe.

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At work today I was mostly up in the catwalk on the curved white truss, re-tying some ropes to raise a piece of fabric by 1 foot. Vince helped me.

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Another part of my feeling discombobulated is that I haven't yet received my clear plastic folder that had all my current papers and shit in it, which I left at Barbie's. She said she sent it to me here, but it doesn't seem to have arrived yet. Pooh.

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ANYWAY, I have noticed I feel out of wack, and it's due to me working so many hours (gone 11 hours per day), and I'm glad to finally be done with that.

I have the weekend off to get all my shiznit together and do stuff for myself.

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Sean came in for about an hour; he's going to an ultimate tournament in Denton. Sean needed a ride. In a lovely coincidence, Hart and two other of Sean's friends are going to Denton (actually Lewisville) for a party and will be glad to drop him off after the party. Rock.