September 17th, 2003


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Dreams last night of unfinished projects and impossible deadlines.

One dream in particular stands out, where I had to create a haunted house in a building that sort of randomly morphed between our old cabin and some sort of industrial warehouse. And as much as the pressure was on to get it done quickly, I was having fun.

I woke up early, and couldn't get back to sleep.

I was going to try and write some today. Still might, but it's not a priority. I'll probably meet up with Chris at some time today, and try and talk him into spending the night at the hotel since he has to be here in the morning anyway. And I'm planning on going to the service as long as I don't burst into flame upon entering.

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You know, I know a lot of people who are smart, talented, and creative, and very good at what they do. And I want them to succeed. And if I can, I want to help them succeed.
I also know that several of them are in financial binds. Some more serious than others, but not a lot of prospects.

And I just heard that because of major (like a half-mil) budget overruns, my contract will be terminated early. Like two months early. Like a week from Friday. They are happy with my work, but the project is done, and the next project is already staffed.

Thus the world does biteth me in the butt, verily.

Overheard during a heated discussion in the next cube:

"Now we have to un-fuck it up!".