Wednesday. November 28, 2001

because I've been too lazy to take a picture of anything, that's why, so I show you a little thing from the past called Capitol Buzz

"The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life."

Jacques Bénigne Bossuet

Didn't want to get up. No remembered dreams. Lots of thunder and lightning in the night, but I slept peacefully.

I was going to isten to someone give a speech, but they didn't show up at the appointed time and then I didn't get around to it. I read bunches of papers, looked at presentations.

Attended a staff meeting with the boss I never see.

Lunch was one of those days when SuRu and I sort through all the usual places. But we end up going to the Thai place. There were a couple of other people from the company there and one woman who used to work there. Small town this one. It isn't like this place (Satay) is near the company, it's halfway between my house and work. We had the lunch special and it was pretty good, hot and spicy.

FFP's idea was shrimp creole and so I had a different culture's spicy dish with rice for dinner with some Zin and some cheese and guacamole snacks. We watched the DVD about Citizen Kane and Randolph Hearst's life and Orson Welles's life. Read the paper. I'm so boring.

I couldn't really think of any accomplishments that I made today. Just going through the routine. Subtle change. For the better? For the worst? Dad's been quoting something he found in a book I loaned him, something like the best you can expect is to avoid the worst. The good news is that my depression drifted away. Which is why I'm convinced that I'm not clinically depressed. Because I can't muster the symptoms for more than a day or two!

JUST TYPING
Routine.
It's an accomplishment.
To get through the routine.