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(email excerpt - personal correspondence)Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 11:21:01 -0400 (EDT)
Gonna do a couple of days of sedate, I think. Been out nearly every evening for the last six days straight, & is catching up with me. Not that I begrudge myself the excess & depravity, but seems now might be time for a wee bit of hard-core relaxing. You know, blow through some old SF novels I've been meaning to re-read, maybe look through a couple back-issues of Annals of Emergency Medicine, rent a couple of tapes & watch 'em at my folks' place &c.
(email excerpt - personal correspondence)
Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 11:39:59 -0400 (EDT)
So Friday's here, with sun streaming coolly through slightest bit of high haze. Afternoon to be eaten by assorted errands; laundry, odd & ends for my folx, &c. Prolly do leisurely dinner with Mum & Dad & then meet Dennis later on in the evening.
Got a deadline to meet, but sorta short on inspiration at the moment. They may have to wait a day or so, and suspect they'll get a substandard product anyhow. Thingz will (presumably) perk up a bit once I start working and can deliver them material on the topic the whole works is meant to address.
So sitting here next to the fone, occasionally cluttering up the little corral the mouse has nominally staked out for its own, are a couple of molecular models. You know - those little thingies made with spheres of various sizes & colors to represent DNA and that kinda stuff? I only had enuf to make a couple of things, to wit: ethanol, nicotine, water & oxygen. All told, I think its a pretty nifty selection of drugs, but it would be entertaining as hell to leave something like caffeine sitting around or maybe something big and nasty with a steroid nucleus... Them little model kits is pricey though, and $dough will be way tight until I get my first paycheck.
Ooh man - Visa gon' love this sorry boy...
What may once have passed for my mind atrophying in a serious way. Haven't read anything longer than the comix & my daily Reuters newsfeed in daze: I can feel my attention-span shrinking. Gotta arrange for a couple free afternoons to do nothing but curl up with novels & just plow through 'em, if for nothing else than to assure myself that I still know how to read.
Postscript: still haven't taken that leisurely lo-key afternoon. Consumed one evening with my Dad, tearing out their hot-water heater after the tank failed in a rather dramatic way. Cruised up to local Incredibly Huge Home Supply place and picked up a replacement, and had it installed & working that evening. Not that it put a crimp in the standard program of excess; simply blew through the shower & was out on South Side by eleven or so.
That sorta thing has been rather the rule of the day. What day you ask? Hell, I'll tell you - I've been mentally preparing myself to start Caring for The Sick with days that look like this: get up late, check email, read Reuters. Cruise across the alley & up the street to my folks place, make coffee, read comix. Errands. Make it back to folx' place in time for late afternoon libation and opportunity to have either or both my parents roundly kick my ass at backgammon. Sit out along the side of their place after dinner (or in place of, as the case may be) sipping a brew, watching passers-by on the street.
Cruise up to Mount Washington to a place Dennis & I are watching for a friend, which happens to have a glorious panoramic view of the entire city of Pittsburgh. Drink in the view, watch barely pubescent boys with muscle-cars and cafe-racer motorcycles cruise barely pubescent girls. Make disparaging comments to Dennis (and whoever else we've dragged up there) about their inability to parallel park in a spot more than twice as long as the car without backing and filling ten or fifteen times. Listen to jazz that Dennis has piped through the stereo speakers of the tv. (The tv had been turned to face the wall until he realized that it might actually be good for something useful.) Vacillate about where to go and who to meet, then go and meet them. Drink beer. Listen to music. Converse. Drop various people off wherever, go home, check email, sleep.
Repeat above, etc., ad nauseam.
Them crazy doctors, eh? So studious and serious all the time...
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