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Tuesday, May 25, 2004 I am having one of those mornings where -- so far, at any rate -- I have been unable to drag myself to full consciousness. Forcing me to toss down two cups of high-test in an attempt to get my sorry (though adorable) butt into gear -- a rarity, as more than one fully-caffeinated cup tends to get me rocking back and forth in my seat, autistic-like. This morning's infusions have hardly shown up on my nervous system's radar screen. Patience. Tranquility. Blahblahblah. The upside: the demands of the day don't require more of me than: a) bringing some recycling to one of the neighborhood drop-off points (Done.) b) picking up a paper (Done.) c) picking up some groceries (Done.) d) doing a bit of writing (You're reading it.) e) doing some schoolwork (er... soon... right after I finish this.) (no, really.) And a handful of other items. Nothing earthshaking, nothing that should challenge my basic motor functions too strenuously. Updates will follow as warranted. Madrid, te quiero. rws 7:11 AM [+]
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