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Tuesday, December 30, 2003

Everything feels vaguely ominous, and I don't much feel like leaving the house. I had two or three nightmares last night from which I woke screaming. I am slouching toward lethargy and depression.

Perhaps this is due to the dark winter solstice, only about a week behind us now. Losing the sun at 4:30 after having never caught a glimpse of it all day behind overcase skies is tough, especially for a boy born on the brightest day of the year.

Or maybe it's the total lack of activity at work, although I would think that would be a blessing. Or mayhaps just typical post-vacation blues.

Or maybe I just need to hit the gym.

I'd love to post some pictures from the trip, and not just because it would let me change that fat-looking picture of me at the top of the front page. But getting the computer from Anne's laptop to my PC might actually require me to write a custom Perl script to spit out a directory listing from her webspace. Which is not something a lethargic person does. Particularly because it would only take about five minutes.

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