Up nice and early. Nice once I finally get awake and the coughing dies down. It’s still pretty early to get started on a technical manual, but for the first hour I go through it and ask myself why I’m having so much trouble focusing. I can only answer that I’m dead tired.
I’m more distant now in my communication, which I’m aware of, because of my job. I ask forgiveness from anyone who cares. I’m spread thin these days, but it is only to develop a mastery of my craft, to get myself situated, more comfortable – then I’ll breathe easier. Before I got this job I was very close to giving up on the whole graphics/prepress industry and moving onto something else, like becoming a librarian, or a mailman. I probably wouldn’t have been happy doing those things in the long run. So destiny, Providence, pulls me in a certain direction. Every day I have to be grateful. I have to be sharp and cutting and troubleshoot every file that crosses before me.
These dark mornings, 5am. We’re all sleepy. Perhaps I’m half awake as I write this, but then again I went to bed around 9pm. The weekends pass fast.
Oranges are not in season.
Blockbuster video is right next door to support my movie habit. Right now I’m going through the second season of OZ.
Reading bits from The Confessions of St. Augustine.
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