Why is it so hard to force myself to go to bed, even when I'm tired? Even when I know that the longer I stay up, the more damage I'm doing to my plans for the next day?
It's ten to one, and I'm going skiing tomorrow morning. The guys wanted to show up at 7; I bargained for 7:30.
Oh, and actually, it's not skiing, I'm going to attempt to uhh... snowboard. At this point, there is little doubt that I am going to suffer.
Wish me luck.
Friday, March 22, 2002
It's not word, but it's a state of mind.
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