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May 16, 2005
If I miss a chance to do something during the weekend, it's another week-long wait before I have time to pursue it. That's the nature of work these days. Get in early, leave at ten so I can fall asleep just as the clock strikes twelve. That's quickly becoming my least favorite number...why is thirteen so unlucky? If there were thirteen hours on a clock...meaning 26 hours in a day, it would mean I'd stay at work even longer. After all, I only leave to sleep when synapses start to lag appreciably. There goes my five minute break from reality...