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  January 26th: please don't hurt me


I'm not sure I want to play this game any more...

but as I think about it, i'm kinda stuck here. I can't pick up my toys and go home, because there's nowhere to go to and besides, what would the cats do?

Thinking is...difficult. I feel tired and worn and frozen to the bone.

News flash: I currently hate my job again.

Bah. I don't want to do this right now. There are so many things, penned up in my head, but I have fruitless arguments with myself and I don't sleep until four AM anyway.


And the thing is, according to all signs and portents, i should be having a fab time right about now. I went out last night and saw Smoke Signals (which was excellent), i'm working a day or two this weekend but it's overtime and it's all right, I have guacamole and fishies and cats who bump their heads against me and request petting.

And I ahve new CD's! I got Ani's up up Up Up UP UP, Out of Range, and Liz Phair's whitechocolatespaceegg the other day.

But i'm feeling very tired and overwhelmed.

I also learned that I'm going to be 'onsite' (work term for 'exiled to Redmond') next week. To quote Ivor: "Hate. Hate. hate hate hate hate. Hate." It would have been nice to have some warning, and even nicer to not have to do this at all. All of my projects are going to go completely to hell without me around to keep an eye on them, I can tell.

I feel very scattered. I've not written anything over the past few days because I've not felt capable of pulling together the kind of brainpower it takes to make coherent sentences.


time! to go! HOME!
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outside: cold. wet. not gonna change till spring.
doing: eating salad
link: Tyrtle

dream: I'm outside a barn, which is on fire. People are trying to put out the fire, but I am more interested in saving the horses, who are startlingly calm in spite of the commotion. I go into the barn, untie and gather the reins of the horses, and tie them to a fence outside the barn. I tell a boy who runs up to me to take the horses to a nearby pasture. i head back into the smoky barn, noting that the place I rescued the horses from is now on the verge of bursting into flame.
I keep getting horses and leading them from the flames. I know it is important to get as many of them out as I can, even if I don't know why.


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