08/06/2002 Entry: "Self Abuse."

Staying up late while on vacation is one thing. Seeing four in the morning while riled up from many hours cursing at imaginary digital adversaries, however, does not lend itself to a particularly creative day at work. I knew this last night, and yet, here I sit nursing my coffee and still trying to remember what it is I do for a living.

Someone I wasn't fond of working with left the company while I was on vacation. When I think about it, I feel relieved, and then immediately feel a little guilty for feeling relieved. I'm nothing if not self-flagellating.

Nothing is better for overly-inflated self-esteem like cutting a pimple while shaving. It looks awful and lasts for what seems like weeks—I've felt like apologizing to people who've had to look at me lately. Although the embarassment of that is rivaled by the sudden realization that not only was the last haircut you got not very good, but that it's grown out in ways which simply cannot be controlled by styling gel. And also by the realization that your fly is open and your black clothes don't match. I would blame that on my late night but I did both those things yesterday too, so I think that's just early senility.

Chris does a nice job describing Monday mornings, but there are few words to express how cruel is the Monday after a vacation. I'm putting myself back together all right; but if someone would kindly point me at the exit, I think it's time to go back home.

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The pimple-shaving thing . . . hate it. Makes me feel like a leper. Having read your lament, I was extra-careful shaving this morning.

And I am wearing two different socks today. But from laziness rather than exhaustion. I knew what I was doing when I grabbed them.

I just never seem to have time to match socks.

Posted by William Ted @ 08/07/2002 10:25 AM PST