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All work and no play makes me a trembling mass of goo.
I need a break. I've lost my blink reflex from staring at the computer for days on end.
Recreation has now become a serious priority.
I've been spinning my wheels at work as well as at home.
"Overwhelmed" is a term I've used in several conversations recently. "Depression" is a term I've used in several conversations with myself. Depression is something I never, EVER want to go through again.
Last night I had "battle dreams" where I argued with everybody. A definite indicator that I need to relax and re-create.
Leslie summed it up pretty well the other night when she said that I need to get away "and do something fun" and "do something for you". She suggested that I pack the tent and head off to the lake for a long weekend. Sounds simple enough.
Instead of the lake, I've got the beach on my mind. So next weekend, if you're in St. Augustine and you see a guy, in his late thirties, in dire need of Coppertone, flying a kite, it'll be me.
Bring beer.
5/7/2004 04:50:42 PM
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