8.11.99

Woke up at a reasonable hour, exhausted. Showered, dressed, ate breakfast while writing a few emails, then went back to bed for an hour. Got up, read awhile. Ate lunch and left for work. Late for the appointment because of unexpected traffic nightmare. Appointment canceled. Lonely, lonely office in the afternoon gloom. Work going slow because of it. Steady stream of traffic in and out of the office - thank god - so lots of interaction to repel mood. Left there in search of a slice of pizza, but one could not be found in the near vicinity. Bought a salad from QFC instead, with bread and chocolate covered grahams. Ate in the lonely, lonely office, alone. Suddenly, a burst of productivity. New guy, talking shop with me. Stimulating dialogue. Ran late though. Got to the gym 45 minutes before closing. Did not shorten workout but did it faster and - I will say it - furiously. Love working out that late. Only the hardcore there with headphones on and shiny muscles. Music overhead loud and hard, too. Only three or maybe four of us in all. Racing, purely racing to finish. Shower at closing and then out into the street still sweating, rosy-cheeked. Now sitting here waiting for the heart rate to slow. Can feel the vein in the neck still. Thought at the gym: "I'll write an entry when I get home; what else can I do while I wait?" Except body still revved and the fingers are tired. Not thinking well. Got a grilled cheese sandwich sitting on the desk, Pepsi on the mouse pad. Must eat, then bed. Will find a morsel of chocolate first, however.

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