February 1st, 2006

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Reading the news makes me sick and depressed. But not reading the news makes me feel like I'm trying to ignore something so that it will go away - which doesn't work, and still leaves me depressed. Bah.
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mildly accomplished

Took advantage of a theoretical sun-break to walk down and make a return at Walgreens, which took a little more out of me than I had hoped it would.

I'm going to apply for Clarion this year, again. I didn't last year, because for the first half of the year I was full of other plans: for work, possibly buying a condominium, and even toying with the idea of considering matrimony as an eventual life-state. The second half of the year - well after deadline - I spent crashing, burning and attempting to deal with the flaming wreckage of said plans. While I'm still kicking at embers here and there, my schedule in midsummer is remarkably free of other commitments at the moment. Ergo, why not.

Well, why not other than the usual introvert objections.
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The phone just rang, the machine picked it up, and an anonymous female voice advised me:
Experts agree that just three sessions a week of moderate to vigorous exercise has been shown to promote fitness and prolong life. So please exercise regularly and have a nice day.

Twice.

WTF? And people wonder why I dislike the phone. (Not that I particularly care to be harangued in person, either, about my exercise habits or, really, anything at all.)