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04/16/2004 Entry: "Hit Pause."

More dream stuff: Earlier this week I dreamt that I was late and getting ready for work. I pulled on my slacks in a hurry and was getting my things together. Someone with me (don't remember who) mentioned that I was wearing a special new kind of slacks that wicked away moisture and oil at an incredible rate. I looked down in horror and there were the soaking wet, oily outlines of the tops of my thighs looking up at me.

Our group at work is temporarily moving to another floor while some construction takes place on ours. I also have a huge deadline for Monday, and the two facts have collided in a mess of moving boxes and sloppy folders on my desktop. Things have been a bit chaotic over the past week or so; and I've taken refuge after hours in my video game worlds when I can. But obviously some of the stress of my days are bleeding into my nights.

Then there's the added stress of a potential real estate investment opportunity that has opened up for the Boyfriend and me. I won't go into detail here, but besides treading on the terra incognita of real estate speculation, I have to make a decision in the next few days. Yes, while my office is being torn up and I'm valiantly battling for the forces of good advertising (if there is such a thing.) Will the real estate market dry up this year? They've been calling it a bubble for years now. I don't know. It's just a moving target.

So I don't think it's the espresso that's making my heart race. It's the days shuffling past in boxes and bubbles. I can feel them moving with or without me, pushing forward, raising a sweat on my thighs that, though I can't see it, I can certainly feel.

This makes the extra hour or so I have home from work this evening that much sweeter; it's like hitting pause during a particularly chaotic moment in a video game. Guess you've figured out how I'm planning to relax this evening, then. Those moving targets aren't necessarily bad things, as long as you're on the right side of the photon blaster.

Replies: 2 comments

Okay, I've been pondering your potential real estate venture. Don't do it. Do not. More later in person.

Posted by Jason @ 04/16/2004 07:30 PM PST

Dude, haven't you read House of Sand and Fog? Real estate investment only causes death and imprisonment!

Posted by Daniel M. Laenker @ 04/18/2004 12:11 AM PST

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