12/21/99 No time left.I don't have time to come up with a good journal entry. This is just here to establish a writing habit. The minutae of keeping everything flowing is preventing me from enjoying the flow. It's kinda like how taking Calvin to his Basketball games became another chore for me to accomplish rather than a form of entertainment and relaxation. The charity of Christmas and gift-giving have been smothered by the need to have a marathon shopping and wrapping session at the eleventh hour. The freedom of designing is eclipsed by deadlines. The joy of doing nice things for the people you love is numbed when it becomes a necessity. This has become the season of necessary tasks. It seems that the whole deal with getting financial aid to help care for Shelby has gone from a done deal to a project on hold. Now is the time to finish up Christmas shopping once and for all! Monica being on her third straight week of pain and suffering has shot holes into everything. I get home, and the place is trashed, and dinner still hasn't been concieved.By the time dinner is done, dishes are done, kids are in bed, and a late night trip to Safeway is made...there is no time left for entertainment, shopping or bedtime stories. I better go... I gotta get some Blazer tickets for Calvin and a pair of shoes for Cameron on my way home.
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did I mention that it's garbage night?