When I left work at 5pm yesterday the air in Portland had reached 106 degrees F. I had had a glass of red wine shortly before leaving and was blown away when I stepped out of the 1 World Trade Ctr on 1st and Salmon. Our apartment on Barbur was probably 10 degrees hotter. I had gotten up in the morning and found the place to be much like an oven, even at 6:45 am.
So we stayed over at Grandmother's house and slept worlds better.
Today at work, however, I nearly lost my mind, swallowed by the utter insanity of CTRL+C followed by CTRL+V for nearly 8 hours.
The following is a message I sent to Dave via Facebook:
Dear David Robert James Carter,
I am at work at the moment and 1.5 hrs remain. I am so ungodly exhausted of copying and pasting for the last 6.5 hrs, staring at a computer screen and doing the same mindless tasks over and over and over again.
After work I am going to the gym and plan to run enough miles, lift enough repetitions that I will be too tired to blow my fucking brains out with a gun when I get home, thus sparing my life for at least another day.
Sincerely yours,
xxxxx x. xx
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