After getting home late (well, almost 11 pm), showering, cooking (swordfish steak, asparagus, brown/wildgrain rice mix), and eating, I finally got to bed about 1 am.
5:17. rolled over, eyed the clock, rolled back over, instant sleep.
7:02. morning ritual of adjusting the radio from the going-to-bed station to the waking-up station. Adjusted the covers, rolled over. Sleep.
8:00. noticed the silence, popped on the radio. rolled to my back, though about getting up, though about getting to bed late, thought about dinner, thought about the soupy rice I’d left on simmer.
jumped out of bed so fast, most people would get light headed, got to the rice, which amazingly still had moisture in it. after a good soak, the bottom of that pot should come clean. a new pot, too.
off to the salt mines,
-b
March 31st, 2004
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latenight |
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8:30 am - 3:30 pm law office clerking
4:00 pm - 10:00 pm commercial build out
rinse,
repeat,
the humorous thing is the worst injury in the past three days was a wicked paper cut from a heavy card stock file folder, inside tip of my index finger
-b
March 31st, 2004
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job |
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Here comes the Daylight “Savings” Time again. The first Sunday of April. 2 a.m. Spring forward.
“I don’t really care how time is reckoned so long as there is some agreement about it, but I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind. I even object to the implication that I am wasting something valuable if I stay in bed after the sun has risen. As an admirer of moonlight I resent the bossy insistence of those who want to reduce my time for enjoying it. At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy and wise in spite of themselves.” (Robertson Davies, The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks, 1947, XIX, Sunday.)
-b
March 30th, 2004
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This Saturday, 1 pm.
Astros exhibition game vs. the Kansas City Royals.
I have 4 tickets. Nunnally and I are going. If anyone else is interested, the first two comers get to join us.
-b
March 30th, 2004
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The day’s gasoline prices are displayed at a service station Friday, March 26, 2004, in Chicago. Rising fuel prices affect Illinoins’ business large and small, from Bloomington-based State Farm, whose nationwide fleet burned 12.5 million gallons of gasoline last year, to pizza delivery drivers like college sophmore Dan Okrasinski, who figures he spends an hour delivering pizzas every week just to cover the extra cost of filling his tank. (AP Photo/Jeff Roberson)
I think gas should cost more. It would make people make more appropriate transportation decisions. I would raise state-wide gasoline taxes to actually pay for road construction (and fund public transportation).
March 29th, 2004
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“Every morning she said, ‘I despise you, Mr. Trier,’ and spit on the ground. That is unpleasant. She could have quit. I don’t know why she didn’t.” -Director Lars Von Trier, on working with singer Bjork.
This was a painful and beautiful movie to watch. I highly suggest it, but you have to be ready for it.
-b
March 29th, 2004
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movie |
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