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Tuesday April 16, 2002, 03:26

"Quiet!" I want to shout down to the street below. "Quiet, just for a minute!" It is these moments that the world should be asleep, the last traces of the day falling into the darkness and everything should be still, waiting for dawn. Unfortunately, the world of the sanitation worker seems to fall solidly into my fantasy world.

Unbelievably warm today, the city embraced me, held me tight and reminded me that summer is on her way and I will not be around this year. Again. Two years ago I was whistling the same tune, leaving the summer in the city for a summer in a different city. This year, same plot, different genre. The last one resembling more a steady course into as of yet uncharted waters (or as uncharted as a startup might have been for me at the end of 1999), this one resembles more a chicken with its head cut off, only with less running and more squawking.

Only a headless chicken can't really squawk, unless it's been possessed.

By the devil.

15:50

I slept for what felt like hours but was, in reality, hours. Restless and warm, I'm looking forward to living somewhere that is cooler than this at night.

17:00

Fortunately, as the sun slips behind the buildings to the west, the city cools down considerably. Pleasant even, in the shade, and I am reminded that the most important thing to realize when one is computing out of doors, beside the obvious "make sure you're sitting somewhere where hot chicks can come by and admire your sexy Powerbook G4" (which I am not) is "make sure you're sitting somewhere that birds can't shit on your computer," which hasn't actually happened to me yet, but I can only imagine would be far, far worse than spilling coffee on your keyboard.

And what am I doing now that would allow me to think such grand thoughts? I am wasting time, getting ready for a party that will be followed by a meeting with the person who will be taking this apartment in my absence, followed by a play followed by my parents visiting me one last time followed by a plane trip away from here. It's so nice and sunny and earlier today it was disgusting and sunny and while I complained about it, and I will continue to complain about it, it is my right to do so, and I will miss that particular seasonal activity.

Now if you excuse me, I have to soak in the last bit of today's sun.

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