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2001.08.24 Stash It or Trash It
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2001.07.16 Why it's important
2001.07.13 Miscellaneous Pathos
2001.07.12 Pecans Cilantro & green
2001.07.11 Everything I Touch
2001.07.10 sometimes . . .
2001.07.09 time, time to
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2001.07.07 God & Machiavelli
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Why it's important
. . . to treat yourself every now and then, I'm not sure, but there has to be a rule somewhere.

After a long day of fighting terrible muscle soreness, dealing with the chaos of the second half of our move at work, a whole afternoon of relentless meetings, a set of projects which seem to generate questions instead of solutions, and all day a brain that just can't seem to handle more than one thing at a time, nothing sounds quite so good as a seafood dinner and a chair massage.

This weekend was occupied primarily with fixing my Windows machine at home, an activity which at one point of my life would have been immensely entertaining, but which now is just a pain in the ass. New motherboard and processor later, it was up and humming again, but I'm not sure whether that was a good thing or not ($400 later).

I did spend 2 1/2 hours sitting in the parking lot of the Java & Cha Co. with some friends Saturday night discussing religion, politics, and other friends who can't seem to get their head on straight. All things considered, those are the things I live for, I think.