Panic, stifle; repeat
There is just too much to do.
I feel like something diseased is expanding in my rib cage, or a charging lion is going to break down the door...or I am going to start floating, or enter a permanent surreal dream.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
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3 comments:
If my experience is any indication, you'll get it all done in time.
If my experience is any indication, in a few years from now, you'll wonder how you did it and will believe you couldn't do it again.
If my experience is any indication, probably mistakenly.
It's not a long to-do list this time so much as a finally, finally being forced to confront and resolve, one way or another, the entire litany of unresolved mistakes from the last nine years. There are a lot.
Ack.
That's all I will say.
Ack.
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