Well. Tuesday morning. Empathaction with Jim G, twenty years later.
Yesterday: good mood till, oh, 2.30? and then (poof) it disappeared and went far, far awae. But a phonecall from Calgary which was nice--we must meet before March 1st. Was sleepy throughout; coffee has stopped keeping me awake. Dreams of dark colours. Muddled intentions.
Today's dichotomy rests between responding to divorc'e 2x and carving a path into schoolwork. Also, it turns out Doug, Dave, Lara and i are the ECAWAR-city services/police liasions and we meet with bureaucrats on Thursday. i have my own ideas as to why LC and i are added to the list, but that's possibly all conspiracy theory.
i need to remember to ask Murtada something.
and then our exile
Tuesday, February 24, 2004 at 7:59 a.m.
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