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September 6, 2002
Here I sit at work, sliding the odd word onto the page between calls. Days would be boring without words. Try thinking without them. Only feelings and visual impressions are conjured, which is okay to a point, but to work out how you are going to fit everything into a day you have to visualise all possibilities and complications. You can't compare prices because you have to count that pile of money to see if it is bigger, smaller. You can't describe things, can't enjoy poetry, plays on words, jokes. You can't ask for things or complain. Lovely. Quiet. Boring