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Sheepy, Sleepish Update
Dec. 16th, 2003 08:26 pmYeah, I know - my rate of updating has fallen way off. But really, not that much remarkable has happened of late that I want to tell you about. (...pause....)
I'm on holidays right now, I return to work on January 2. I am so glad to be off work, I needed the break without really knowing it. I was also very suprised to find out I had to burn vacation days before the end of the year, at least 11 of them or they would simply be lost (as it is I sent five of them, the maximum possible, forward to be used in 2004). This is a result of the last while, wherein all my vacation was used up each year from 1999 to 2002 in convalescing from my many and varied surgeries. I'd kind of forgotten about having time off without being chopped up like pineapple meat first.
But - I have to spend an unconscionable amount of time in the stacks of the McPherson Library, writing magazine articles I rather rashly promised to do for various people earlier in the year and which must be finished off before December 31. But at any rate I will be published again, for the first time in a couple of years, and that's good.
I really wonder if there could be a single, Unified Field explanation for my compulsion to fuck up Good Things for myself. But why search for an explanation, it won't stop it from happening. (...pause...)
I'm on holidays right now, I return to work on January 2. I am so glad to be off work, I needed the break without really knowing it. I was also very suprised to find out I had to burn vacation days before the end of the year, at least 11 of them or they would simply be lost (as it is I sent five of them, the maximum possible, forward to be used in 2004). This is a result of the last while, wherein all my vacation was used up each year from 1999 to 2002 in convalescing from my many and varied surgeries. I'd kind of forgotten about having time off without being chopped up like pineapple meat first.
But - I have to spend an unconscionable amount of time in the stacks of the McPherson Library, writing magazine articles I rather rashly promised to do for various people earlier in the year and which must be finished off before December 31. But at any rate I will be published again, for the first time in a couple of years, and that's good.
I really wonder if there could be a single, Unified Field explanation for my compulsion to fuck up Good Things for myself. But why search for an explanation, it won't stop it from happening. (...pause...)
