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May 04, 2003
Spring has definitely sprung, and
Spring has definitely sprung, and I have Spring Fever. Change is in the air, and my Allegra apparently is not immune to it. It's like that irresistable itch in your nose before a sneeze. All of my other thought processes slow down in preparation for some violent expression of change.
I think it started with my trip to SF. Some ideas lofted out of various flowering ideas, lodged themselves in my mental sinuses, and it's irritating the hell out of my brain, germinating into this general dissatisfaction. The external symptoms are merely amusing. I want a new iPod. I want to paint the house. I'm desperate to wear shorts on my brilliant white chicken legs.
The internal reaction is more alarming. My focus, never exactly my best feature, has dwindled to the life span of a gnat. I want changes in my job, in my housing, in my location. I want to occupy small yet oil-rich nations. Things need to change.
Posted by G at May 4, 2003 09:02 PM