Aug 24 1999

Good start

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I start out the day great, awake, ready to work, in a good mood. But as the day wears on, I get more and more worn out. By the time I get home at 7, I am ready to crash. I am in bed and asleep by 10:30pm. In retrospect, all I was working on was petty, whiney shit. The HUD complaint letter, and handling complaints from Mike about this and that. We clean the office some, but frankly its like swatting a fly with a straw. You might get lucky, but for the most part its too damn hard, so why bother?