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unusual emotional high
Thursday, January 7 1999
Our apartment was completely devoid of food this morning as I sat drinking cold leftover coffee and watching the live telecast of the articles of impeachment being read to the Senate. I hate that shock of white hair on the head Henry Hyde. It's difficult to conceive of such a pompous windbag living with himself, let alone winning election after election. Hopefully he'll fall prey to the ravages of the Y2K computer glitch.
At work, my caffeine-aggravated hunger didn't last long. Dave the developer and I went out for bagels immediately after our morning engineering meeting. We're working surprisingly successfully together on a very complex programming project. I was in such deep focus today that I didn't leave work until past 7:30pm. The combination of hard work, a pattern of hourly successes, and the muscular exhilaration of the ride home combined to give me an unusual emotional high. Kim had a spaghetti dinner waiting for me when I came in the door.
The warm weather which had been a constant for the past week or so has been replaced with a slight chill. Temperatures never reached far above 60 degrees Farenheit even in the afternoon. It's January, but I'm completely spoiled here in San Diego.
What's up with that pseudo-cool dork who stars in the 1-800-CALL-ATT advertisements; you know, the guy upon whom a fly lands and then the cute girl smacks his face? The ad's only appeal is the completely asexual approach of the guy. He's so into the idea of 1-800-CALL-ATT that he doesn't even notice the girl is like a total babe.
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