[3296] in Depressing_Thoughts
A day to be forgotten...
pshuang@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (pshuang@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Aug 12 08:39:22 1992
I woke up feeling light-headed. I got to work late. I was pathetically
slow getting anything accomplished at work. I'm well behind what I had
promised a co-worker I would have done. Then I had to leave work early
because I had a meeting. At the meeting I took something as a personal
affront that I shouldn't have (hindsight... what were we cursed with it?)
and walked out like a childish brat. I wanted to cool off before
returning to work (as I had promised I would)... but the next thing I
knew, I woke up with Aviation Week dropped from my hands and it was well
past midnight. I think I'll just bury myself in bed, that seems to be
the best idea I have for dealing right now.
And I miss Nightline.
