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12/01/2005: "Got the time?"
Time is out to get you.
Or, more properly, sloth. Wasting time. Losing time. Running low: can I borrow a cup of time?
I've been reading and writing, teaching, and lounging. I've been smoking and drinking, living and loving, careful and scattered, with a splash of inferiority complex; verging on crippling anxiety at--failing, wasting, or not having enough--time .
In other words: I'm writing a dissertation.
Maybe people won't like what I have to say, but I've got to write it before they hate it. And hate it they will . . .