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Tuesday, Jul. 09, 2002 / 8:01 p.m. ~"Real World, Here I Come"~ How could I neglect to mention more good things? Well, one more I'm thinking of, especially as I type right now, my fingers all hitting the appropriate keys, and it's so great.....I began my day at work today by manicuring my fingernails! Yes, at the cube is a good place to do it. And it was good. Right before the phones went crazy. Short, short, short. Typing fingers, functional fingers. I could sculpt, I could weld, I could do anything with these fingers now. Except I have to admit that at the end of the day today, still at work, I was starting to feel pain in my Control + C, Control + V fingers. The left hand. Over and over again, cutting, pasting, or is it copying?, pasting, copying, pasting. Once systems were up and running, pasting everything from one database into the other. Tedious, ow, painful, ow. Yeah. But that was a good thing I forgot to mention in my previous entry. And Mark called me just as I was holding the phone about to order a pizza after work. I'm about to hit the 'on' button, about to call out, and it rings. In my hand. A number I don't know on the Caller ID, Moby answers, "Speak to me baby, in the middle of the night, hold your mouth next to mine...I hear the wind blow..." - BEEP! And it's Mark, he has a keyboard for me, it was $2 at Microseconds, do I want it? Yea! Of course. He comes over, with keyboard, it plugs right in to the new PC tower, and we stop there. Too much trouble. Some flipping between the "Real World" marathon and "Simpsons" and "Everybody Loves Raymond", pizza, and Mark leaves. Here I am. "Real World" is on, a marathon as prelude to the Grand Finale at 10:00, or 9:30, or whenever, and I will watch, some. I'm exhausted, really. Gladys came out to visit when Mark was here. Like she was totally at home with his presence. She got up on my lap, kneaded my belly, drooled all over me and let me rub her tum, give her a "Chinese Cupped Hand Massage" to show Mark what it was. All is good. And well. So far. I'm jazzed, hyped, too energized. Today, and yesterday, at work were so intense. Heavy. Crazy shit. I can't believe we dealt with it. And not everyone did. Lulu stopped answering her phone yesterday. She hardly took any calls today. I know she didn't call all those people back, the ones who left messages on her voice mail. I couldn't stand seeing that red light blinking. It would start while I was on a call. I'd hang up, try to retrieve messages, it would ring, I'd answer, the light kept blinking, I'd retrieve, I'd call back, the light would cease. No red light. Then again, and again, and again. It was insane, and if we worked like that every day, like real actual WORK, I don't know. I just don't know. My hands do hurt a bit, I'll admit. And I want to hook up the new PC, I'm anxious to see if it will work, and what is on the hard drive. I told Mark it might have PORN on it! Who knows? Who the hell knows? No one I know. Later, man, I'm exhausted. This energy I have now is post-pizza energy. It's food energy. It's carb energy, I'll crash shortly. "Real World", here I come...... (Oh, I managed to download the email from Jon, put it in the folder I assigned to our correspondence, without reading it. Yea for me! It will wait. Indefinitely.) Cost of the War in Iraq
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