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Feb. 10th, 2003 05:00 pmI can't believe I've managed to keep myself busy for this long at work! I've read entries three times today, and just realized that I didn't post anything this morning. Weird.
Nothing like four days of no working to make you feel like being productive. I haven't left my office all day except for water and bathrooms. I ate lunch at my desk and read listserv messages, and have otherwise done a good job of balancing work-related stuff with personal-related (personally-related?) stuff all day.
Last night, Tim and I talked for three hours. Not about anything serious or important, but just randomly sat on the bed, played cards and chatted. It felt good. We talked about how it's been four years since we went swing dancing together, and thus a few days less than four years since we officially decided that we were dating. Trying to think back to what happened that first few months makes me wish that I'd been keeping a journal for much longer, because I remember vaguely what it was like, how I felt, but I'd love to be able to look back at my words and thoughts at the time.
I've recently thrown around the idea of putting my webpage back up, and what form I'd put it in if I did. I have the space, and will have it for the next three years (assuming I manage to keep my job, and with the current economic situation in this state, who knows...) - I used to think it was good and important and loved having it for myself and for others, and I'm feeling less compelled to do so now than I did then. I'm not sure what that means in my life. Maybe it's one less online thing that I need to not be addicted to playing with (excuse the poor grammar, I'm stream of consciousness-ing). Maybe I have nothing that interesting to put on it, or don't think the things I used to think were so interesting are that interesting any more, or maybe they're so interesting that they don't need a place on the web to display them and my knowing them is enough. or maybe I'm lazy and I don't feel like writing a layout. I still haven't even figured out how to customize my layout here, really.
Nothing like four days of no working to make you feel like being productive. I haven't left my office all day except for water and bathrooms. I ate lunch at my desk and read listserv messages, and have otherwise done a good job of balancing work-related stuff with personal-related (personally-related?) stuff all day.
Last night, Tim and I talked for three hours. Not about anything serious or important, but just randomly sat on the bed, played cards and chatted. It felt good. We talked about how it's been four years since we went swing dancing together, and thus a few days less than four years since we officially decided that we were dating. Trying to think back to what happened that first few months makes me wish that I'd been keeping a journal for much longer, because I remember vaguely what it was like, how I felt, but I'd love to be able to look back at my words and thoughts at the time.
I've recently thrown around the idea of putting my webpage back up, and what form I'd put it in if I did. I have the space, and will have it for the next three years (assuming I manage to keep my job, and with the current economic situation in this state, who knows...) - I used to think it was good and important and loved having it for myself and for others, and I'm feeling less compelled to do so now than I did then. I'm not sure what that means in my life. Maybe it's one less online thing that I need to not be addicted to playing with (excuse the poor grammar, I'm stream of consciousness-ing). Maybe I have nothing that interesting to put on it, or don't think the things I used to think were so interesting are that interesting any more, or maybe they're so interesting that they don't need a place on the web to display them and my knowing them is enough. or maybe I'm lazy and I don't feel like writing a layout. I still haven't even figured out how to customize my layout here, really.
