April 19, 2002
Friday

Well, this is an easy day to write about. I spent most of it asleep thanks to a long and intense conference call that started in the middle of the night.

I woke up again around five o'clock. Five in the evening, of course. Now it's midnight. WHY AM I SUCH A NIGHT PERSON? Even on perfectly normal days, even when I really try, I can't seem to get it right. My body doesn't like being awake during the day. When the sun goes down, I start to come alive. Sun starts coming up -- the fatigue hits me like a wall.

Having a house rocks. I've done some laundry, some piano practice, played with Pumpkin and watched the "Dead Poets Society." (I'd forgotten how good that movie was -- inspiring.)

It got me to thinking though: Why weren't any of my teachers like Robin Williams in high school? Or, for that matter, even college.

Reader: Because the education system in the United States sucks donkey ass.

Journal: Oh yeah, that's right. Thanks. I'd forgotten.

Reader: Besides, don't you think asking for Robin Williams as a high school teacher is a bit much?

Journal: Hmph!

Well, that's it for now. I really don't feel like doing the log tonight, and I want to get started on another "real" entry.