My last entry had been so long in between that I didn't change the format of how the date was displayed. That OCD part of me wants to go back and fix it. That inconsistent, "who cares" part of me is winning out today.
I start work in one hour. I've just finished going through e-mail. Chuck is online in the Boston Cyber community looking for lodging information. It's prompted a short, but tasty conversation about call boys and slaves. Okay. Done with that.
I think I'm standing up today. I'm gonna use some crutches. Maybe some knee pads.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
