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The following online journal entries are from December 2001.

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MONDAY. 8:00 PM. It certainly doesn't feel like a Monday. It's kind of nice to have woken up late and not gone into work. And it certainly doesn't feel like the holidays. I got up and out of the house to head for the post office to pick up a package. When I got there, there was about a thirty minute line full of people trying to get last minute packages mailed. Sadly, while I was patiently waiting (I wasn't in any hurry), a couple of people showed their Christmas cheer -- complete with shouting and profanity. You've gotta love the reindeer shit when it flies.

I've spent most of the day indoors and quiet. Not much going on around here. I sent out a bunch of e-holiday cards. I watched entirely too much television. I ate some ice cream. But, honestly, I wish I were someplace with people, someplace with my friends.

I guess I'll go wander around the apartment and practice my, "Bah, humbug!"

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TUESDAY. 8:51 AM. Happy birthday to Kate! Happy birthday to Murphy! I hope both of my friends have a wonderful day!

So goes another year and I reflect
upon the days long past like fortune spent,
and each minute or hour gone is suspect
as I ponder and wonder where they went.
The sun is short, the air is cold and bright,
the holidays approach in gild and wreath,
and though this time should sing and play with light,
my heart is heavy in its mortal sheath.
But even though through yesterday I wend
I know my path; it's lit by new year's dawn
and what is heavy now will lighten then,
the past will step aside and let me on.
     I journey for the joy o'er risk and rise
     and face tomorrow's trials with lifted eyes.

--EYC '01

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THURSDAY. 10:03 AM. I really enjoy not having to work, but I also hate being bored most of the time. Yesterday was a complete waste. I didn't do anything of note at all. I did manage to get myself out of the apartment to go to the local coffee shop (it's new... Mission Creek Cafe... took the place of Cafe Americana on Valencia between 20th and 21st) just to be around people. I took the laptop with me and tried to work on some Tellings worldbook materal. But I typed a few sentences and stared at the screen for an hour or so.

I actually went to sleep at 8:30 PM. Or at least I crawled into bed at that time. It was freezing in the apartment. And I just didn't have any motivation to do much of anything. The computer had no appeal. There was nothing on television. I slept entirely too much. Hello -- seasonal depression, anyone?

I hate this shite.

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