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use the template I really am a creature of habit. In my quest to not miss a day I uploaded yet another short if not incomplete entry for yesterday. The initial thrust behind the entry gets lost as times goes by and I get more and more tired. If I had more ambition and or self discipline I would have worked on it some more before it left my computer. What I wanted to say yesterday was that a part of me still does believe in love. For a time I had just walked away from the whole concept. I subscribed to the Lisa Loeb philosophy that "the time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love." It all seemed like a nice form of self delusion to me, but my mood is starting to change. Maybe people really do have the kind of relationship that I saw flickering before me in the dark. The only problem is that I have never quite had that kind of experience in my life. Perhaps I should make some kind of effort to find it. Okay time to move on to something less depressing. In addition to being an enjoyable little love story, the film worked for me on another level. I was intrigued by the idea of sight being given to someone who was blind. As the film pointed out sight would be a completely foreign concept to the person. They would not understand what was happening to them. Their brain would not be able to comprehend the visible world when all they knew was a tactile one. It would take time to meld the two of them together. I might have to invest in copy of the Oliver Sacks book to get a better background on the film. The morning pattern at work is truly endless. Once again I am completely confused by the attitude of the first shift crew when they wander into work. Quite simply they all seem so busy. Busy, busy, busy. One has to remember that the highlight of my eight hour shift was writing a three page letter to my sister in Texas. Everyone on first shift becomes a clone of chicken little as I stand and watch. They move about with serious looks and are oh so eager to get the job done. While all of this is going on I am thinking to myself what am I missing here. What Holy Grail are these people worshiping? What manna sustains them through the desert? How can I too become a zealot for the sacred cause? I too want to believe in the holy cause of work. I fail to see how anyone could get so passionate about where I work. It isn't a bad job, but it certainly doesn't get my blood pumping. Not much happened today. Woke up this afternoon and got my recent cd purchases out of the mailbox. Listened to one of them for about an hour as I ate a less than healthy meal of corn dogs. Then I followed my meal with two solid hours of television. The Stone Roses are better than drugs and I want more. I could immerse myself in the swirl of backward guitar effects for hours on end. Ah, the magic of music a decade old. To think that this was the other choice when every young frat boy and wannabe bad girl was partying to the melodies of Gun N' Roses. Where are you now Axl Rose, my prophet of truth? Dan heard a rumor that Axl is now off of the drugs and fat. Maybe Guns N' Roses will hit the Vegas circuit. I really want to see The Thin Red Line one more time, because I'm not sure my first viewing did it justice. I keep thinking that I was missing something.
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