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Seneschal - March 15, 2000
Mar. 15th, 2000 12:25 pmon my lunch break, eating cashews:
I'm not allowed more than 15 minutes a night on my computer, and this is one area that's suffering. The reasons involve stuff that I think I'll be quiet about. So, maybe using the lunch break will work. We'll see. I think I'll want something to remember these days by in ten years. If only in the hope that I'll see patterns then that I can't see now.
The weather is getting warmer, in fits and starts. Last week was so absolutely wonderful. And now it's kind of damp and cool again. March weather. March is such a wonderfully changeable month; sometimes it's glorious, sometimes it's horrible. But mostly it's just cool, and damp, and gray.
Mostly, I like cool, damp, and gray. It's peaceful. But I'm starting to wake up to all the possibilities inherent in vibrant, glorious colour. And I now wonder to myself if I'm going to get the metaphor in that in ten years. Sometimes I'm too subtle for my own good.
New friends are taking me places that I never imagined I would go. It's almost like a renaissance in my life, and reminds me a good deal of the period of time when I was just leaving high school. Which makes the 15 minutes a night harder to take. But that's the bed, I guess.
And the question is whether or not I'll continue to lay in it indefinitely, or get up and make it.
I'm not allowed more than 15 minutes a night on my computer, and this is one area that's suffering. The reasons involve stuff that I think I'll be quiet about. So, maybe using the lunch break will work. We'll see. I think I'll want something to remember these days by in ten years. If only in the hope that I'll see patterns then that I can't see now.
The weather is getting warmer, in fits and starts. Last week was so absolutely wonderful. And now it's kind of damp and cool again. March weather. March is such a wonderfully changeable month; sometimes it's glorious, sometimes it's horrible. But mostly it's just cool, and damp, and gray.
Mostly, I like cool, damp, and gray. It's peaceful. But I'm starting to wake up to all the possibilities inherent in vibrant, glorious colour. And I now wonder to myself if I'm going to get the metaphor in that in ten years. Sometimes I'm too subtle for my own good.
New friends are taking me places that I never imagined I would go. It's almost like a renaissance in my life, and reminds me a good deal of the period of time when I was just leaving high school. Which makes the 15 minutes a night harder to take. But that's the bed, I guess.
And the question is whether or not I'll continue to lay in it indefinitely, or get up and make it.
