EDIT 2/14/05: Apparently some folks thought that the following post was in relation to me. I am sorry for the misleading, but by clicking on the title (Dying is...) will take you to the real site where the quote was excerpted. Sorry about that.

Dying is...

Soon, I will be dead. I have a recalcitrant tumor in the neck, and it's a real pain. It's given me plenty of time to prepare for my death, and now it's finally going for the kill. I am completely powerless in the face of it. My only option is to flee to my mind, where I have so, so much to say and tell... but I have no one to tell it to. This is the loneliness of death.

Don't play around in the office.

Going to bed at 4am and getting up at 12 pm, man, I'm disgusted with myself. Well, not really, but call that lazy.