May 2, 2002
"Remind me to turn in my overdue library books, because a robot called me this morning to let me know."
I am tired. I feel as if I have been turned inside out and worn as a coat by someone racing in the Iditarod. And losing.
This week has both crawled and flown by, as is the case with so many previous weeks. Weekend endcaps sandwich days that blur together with pockets of accomplishment and enjoyment and long stretches of nothing. Hours lost in the frustrating passage of life and time and circumstance.
I can never quite tell if I am an enormous fool.
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