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"Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. ... I felt
very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
-- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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"On the surface, it sounds irresponsible, but to flourish in a rapidly changing world, you actually need to make more mistakes. Fail quickly. Fail often. If you do something and it
doesn't work, just recover in a hurry and try something else. ... Help develop a culture that is willing to fail its way to the future."
-- Price Pritchett, Culture Shift |
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"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction -- every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour."
-- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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| birthday week, day 2 |
| Tuesday, May 19, 2009 |
Ever since classes ended, I have fallen into (the beginnings of) the maddening habit of napping shortly after I get home from work, almost as though going to class kept my engine running, but getting home that "early," as it feels now, short-circuits my energy cell and I start to run down around 7:30. Tonight I slept for nearly three hours, so I may have to break out my old friend Mr. Ny-Quil to get to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight. That's going to end, though; I've fallen into this trap before, and it's no good at all.
I grabbed myself a couple of last-minute song downloads for Day 1 of Birthday Week last night, and tonight I broke completely down and got myself a magnificent hot fudge sundae. I still have a $15 Borders gift card that I got for Administrative Asst's Day, or whatever the hell that's called now, so maybe one day this week I'll drop by the Borders and pick up Dooce's book, which I still don't have, for some damn reason, but that would be a perfect addition to Birthday Week.
And... I have already begun writing on this week's Hot & Snot entry. Oh, the gems with which Hollywood provides us...
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