July 17, 2000.  Monday
 
 

    The beginning of the week malaise is in full effect.  It was either do this, or another cover letter.  So... here we are.

    I took a little trip through some mid-atlantic states over the weekend, winding up in Lexington, VA, home to Washington and Lee University.  Along with me was the one known simply as Rodzilla.  I had been looking forward to a little trip for quite some time.  Trees, blue sky, actually being able to see the horizon...
    The weather was shitty, but turned beautiful once we finally got there. A very picturesque part of America.  Very green.  I have many pictures.  But not now.  But we only stayed for about 23 hours.  We don't know anybody who still lives there anymore really, so we didn't have anywhere to stay.  But it was to be in such a rural area.  It didn't feel like I hadn't been there for a year.  It still felt like home.

    Stopped in DC on Saturday.  Ate dinner in Dupont Circle, Matt's hood.  I woulda like to have stayed at his place, but wouldn't ya know it, the inconsiderate bastard is in NY for the summer.  So we stayed with a friend of Rodzilla's out in Silver Springs, MD.  I always like the Maryland side better than the NoVa side.  Saw old college friend Nicole, who lives in Bethesda, for brunch on Sunday. She's a doctor in the Army now. She had just finished a 6pm-8:30am shift.  I'm glad there are people crazy enough to be doctors.  She was telling me about the c-section she had to assist on that morning, and all the horrible things women say to their husbands, or boyfriends or whoever, while they're passing another human out of their body.  Gross.  It must suck to be a girl.  I wonder if it's like being a bug.  that was an indirect quote. it wasn't mine.

    Other than that, little else going on. I finally finished This Side of Paradise, that F. Scott Fitzgeral book I was reading. It really enjoyed it, but it got kind of all over the place and a bit too pessimistically-idealistic at the end.  I hate when I think a book gets sort of cheesy, yet still feel like I sort of identify with it.

    Not feeling much like doing much of anything right now. It's hot, and I'm feeling uncomfortable here in the office.  Just want to go home.
 

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