baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grind The week after vacation is always an odd one. You spend all that time indulging all those little slices of your Id that are pushed aside in the course of day-to-day responsibility. And, just when you feel somewhat human again, you're back on the freeway and back in the middle of the ring; surrounded by skyscrapers and carbon monoxide and bus schedules and parking passes and bad cafeteria food and ill-confident intentions-all stripping away that layer of idealism built from the week past. Yes-the vacation is over. But, that's fine. One can't exist on idealism. 10:15 p.m. - 2002-04-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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