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March 2, 2006
Suddenly it seems very stressful, to have to write EVERY day! My life crowds in and squeezes time and dreams, but I claw it back ferociously. I need something to keep walking down this road, although the alternative route is ever present, whispering and luring. Such beautiful sunlight and clear cold air today made me want to walk and think and feel the rush of exhilaration from being free. Of course, I was good and dutiful and went back to work instead, imprisoned by reliability. How wonderful to be selfish and narcissistic, a great deal more memorable than altruism surely?