Journal Journal: just not cut out for this.
I don't think I can cut it as a blogger. I've got too short an attention span to keep this sort of stuff up. Oh well.
I'm at peace with my research. It's a wonderful feeling. Or maybe it's just relief that my advisor didn't kill me when I told her I didn't want to do industrial R&D when I left, and that getting a degree no longer was a big concern of mine. Oddly enough, after having "the conversation", I'm sort of excited about doing work again. I'm sure this has happened to me before.
War is coming. Calling my little congresswoman & senators and telling them I think it's a bad idea doesn't really seem to be enough. Please, let the Dems take/keep control of one of the houses to stall W until Nov. 2004.
Being a T.A. is fun. It makes me feel important. Or maybe I just recognize it as useful work, which I don't do enough of.
My Chimera location bar patch is rotting. I just sort of died when 10.2 came out, thinking I'd get a new mac & keep developing on it. But I've been blowing my new mac money on travel and moving and rugs. Oh well.
Dad's started to fall. He's going to need to get a cane at least soon. He doesn't want to yet. I hope he doesn't break a bone before coming to grips with needing "assistance".
In 72 hours, I will be digesting a meal prepared by the Iron Chef (or more likely one of his minions, which is OK by me). That will be good.