journalman's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Counting the Minutes Today was an effective lazy day. Aside from consuming a delicious brunch up the street, I have accomplished absolutely nothing today. It feels incredible. Except as I sit and write this, I am bored out of my everloving skull. I have nothing to do. My room is clean, my bed is made, and the dishes are done. I recently awoke from a 3-hour nap, so I should probably stay awake til about midnight if I want to sleep through the night. I'm worried about my father's eye, while I'm impressed with how much he's already learned about his procedure. CEC from my past decided on a whim to take a drive to the city from Philly yesterday. She passed out on the couch and we said our goodbyes this morning. It was very nice to see her in a new, mature, totally adult light. However just as in talking to her, it was a reminder of who I was... where I was... ten years ago. Between dad and CEC, I am gripped with a certain sense of purpose. I'm scared to move forward. I understand now what 'fear of success' means. I will not let this anxiety and boredom turn into depression. It's my job right now to snatch victory from closing jaws of defeat on this. 8:31 p.m. - 2006-08-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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