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Next I discovered that the Oakland Museum is only a block and a half
from where I work now! I wandered onto their grounds during my lunch
yesterday, and found this lovely green oasis in the midst of downtown
Oakland. Lots of funky art sculptures interspersed between pine trees and
succulent bushes with large windows from the museum rising here and there
- very cool. I could see Lake Merritt just on the other side of the
grounds. I need to remeber to bring my lunch so I can go hang out there
the whole lunch; it's a little chilly right now, but the grounds seem to
be blocked from the wind at least, so when the sun is out, it's
tolerable. I wish I had time to write! I have so many ideas - and
jotting them down just seems to confirm that they'll never see the light
of day. I spend my days working on a (very slow) PC, I go to the gym, I
come home and eat and I've got about 2 hours before I have to go to
bed. Not that I make it to bed by 10pm or anything reasonable like
that. I'm already running a weekday sleep deficet. I actually have
social stuff planned for my weekend! This was as of last night - I have
something to do Thurs-Sun nights! Let's see, the ballet, two parties, the
Simpsons . . . I'm very happy about this, don't get me wrong, but I am
starting to look a lot more protectively at my time. When am I ever going
to get a chance to write? Oh, who am I kidding? Last week I had all day
every day and I got very little writing done then. I'm probably upping my
chances of writing now that I have to eek out some time to do it
in. Maybe I'll forgo these journal entries and work first thing in the
morning . . . get up early - naw. What if I was on a roll? I'd have to
quit to go to work, and that would be torturous . . .
Woman: An Intimate
Geography by Natalie Angier
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I have no time any more. This shouldn't be a shock, since I'm working
again, but it's frustrating. For one thing, the counselor I keep leaving
messages for keeps leaving me messages during the day that say, "Tell me
when a good time is to call you back." I can only give her times after
7pm, since that's when I get home from the gym. I'm pretty sure she only
calls/works during the day and I can't give her my number at my temp
job. I mean, yes I have my own extension but it's not like I have
anything resembling privacy in that cubicle. I'm not sure how we're going
to resolve this; I think my next message will ask her to just leave the
names and numbers of counselors who work in the evenings on my
machine. Exercise log:
Yoga class last night.
Writing log:
The Many
Masks of Halloween in Strange
Horizons.
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