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Entries this day: AM Cats Work AM 10:06am JST Saturday 14 August 2004 Um, hung out with Hitomi last night and did a bit of tweaking on my match.com ads on google. Talked to Jesse yesterday about this technique for making $$ online; I'm really a neophyte; I have no idea what is the best way or if it's an untenable goal or what. Wow, such big vocabulary for me. I told him the line, "fail as fast as you can," which implies we will gain wisdom as we learn from each failure. Fair enough. Um. oh there's some fucked up mail loop happening between gmail and my email server. I'm not sure who is at "fault" but I haven't yet been able to get it solved. 'sall good though. I want to write a bit more about my pool day with Hitomi. permalinkCats 2:58am JST Saturday 14 August 2004 Three cats crept into my room last night. I keep the door open because it's lovely warm at night and I like to let the breeze breeze through. (Sometimes there is no breeze) Hitomi heard the cats pitterpatter into the room and woke up startled. "¤µ¤ó¤Ó¤!" (I heard nothing but them scampering out the door like scaredy-cats) Huge shivery shivers as my astral body jumped back into the physical. I had been zonkered asleep. permalinkWork 11:25am JST Saturday 14 August 2004 First lesson was no lesson; I had nothing booked and forgot to look last night and close that shit up. Second lesson = first student was a let down. That's a pun because we were talking about word pairs that end with down. I had to slow down my speaking speed so he could understand. I won't look down on him, but man. Speed up. 8:42pm Grrr. Jesse, my friend, after being told he is now an Instructor Quality Leader, has to tell me all the things the management is upset about my techniques of teaching and stuff. That sucks. Just now he had to tell me I'm sending out too many postcards, which wastes lots of stamps and (and I can understand this one:) might come across as too forward or too irritating if I send too many. SO, I have come to a solution. Fuck sending postcards. permalinkprev day next day |