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08/11/2004: "The Bad Can of Spam"

Some days you fall out of sync right away and never get it back. I knew it was going to be a weird day to keep focus because I was leaving work in the morning to go to a rummage meeting at 9. When I got up, too early, I was already jumpy. I wasn't able to concentrate on my short drives, first to work, then to VNA, and seeing so many people that I had to catch up with left me completely distracted. When I got back to work I tried too hard to make up for the lost time - forgetting that lost time is gone and can't be made up for - was trying too hard to be helpful, and stayed just a little behind the swell all afternoon. The downpour was a welcome distraction; I felt like it was justice pouring down on me when it was only rain. When I got home my new PDA was waiting, but I can't play with it until the battery is charged. No catastrophes, but nothing went quite right and I need to send this day down the drain and open a new one.