2001-04-02 | 3:39 p.m.

corduroy licorice drank like a fish. he would submerse his head in a tankful of his beverage of choice and then turn his head slowly and blink as the liquid flowed around him.

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warning: you are about to enter a high-whine area. you'd think i was the first person to ever work hard. i guess i am just a superbly delicate flower who can't hack sweatshop hours and pressure.

stress has culmulative effects.

even though i had a great restful weekend, by 7 p.m. on tuesday night i had hit the proverbial wall again.

today i walked in late (as usual) and had to turn around to leave for a client meeting with a few other co-workers. on the way back to the office, the car we were in broke down, so everyone but the driver had to walk about a mile back to work. then began another flurry of meetings. i squeezed in a mini-lunch, cramming marinated broccoli into my craw.

cut to another meeting discussing all the work we have to do. cut to me crying in the restroom from feeling overwhelmed. cut to me several hours later during a conference call mouthing "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!" in frustration as the client rambled, sucking up time i should be working on their project. note: it takes a lot to make me angrily mouth "f*ck" five times in succession in front of co-workers. i felt like i must suddenly qualify as a "going postal" risk in their eyes. good news is the rambling client gave us two extra days to get the work done. glory hallelujah! i could have kissed his rambling feet.

cut to my co-worker who had witnessed my f-word rant saying "let's go home and get a fresh start in the morning." i almost hugged her right then and there.

cut to tv zero wishing me a good night and telling me i should stay for the dinner they were calling in. i pointed to the door and said, "must go outside into the world." he said, "i've heard good things about it."

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wink of the day:

a friend of mine was on the tonight show tuesday night. he plays in the pete yorn band, a band to watch according to rolling stone magazine. yay, joe! haha! he shook jay's hand! trip on that.

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