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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Okay.

It's 11 AM, I'm still in my pajamas, I desperately need a run and a shower, and I have got to get some writing done today.

I'm not gonna get any work done like this. This is... This is sad.

All I have to do to solve this problem is do SOMETHING. Anything, really.

If I take off my slipper socks, then I'm just wearing the regular socks. (I have poor circulation in my feet.) Then, because my feet are cold, I'll have to put on my running shoes, but before I do that I'll want to put on my exercise pants, because putting on shoes when you're still in pajamas is crazy talk. So I do all that, and I'm halfway to being dressed for running. Easy enough to get all the way dressed after that, and then...

Okay.

That's a plan.

I can do this.

Yes.

I tell you true -- vacation does strange, strange things to me.

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