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October 22, 2005
no rest. no writing.
Back into the land of semi-overtime. Just typing that makes my shoulders bunch up.
Canceled the Chicago trip, which will make my Chicago friends sad. Hell, it makes me sad, but I'm already running myself into the ground.
So, no work on Firebird. No work on anything. Just sleep, job, scraps of moments thrown at the garden, sleep, job, repeat.
Tell me this will all be worth it someday. I believe it is most of the time, but at 2 AM with a creeping case of insomnia, it's hard to see it.
Posted by sdshaver at October 22, 2005 02:08 AM