The
Finnegan Papers
Friday, Jan. 11, 2002
- 8:35 p.m.
out of whack, page one
When I reflect on it, I realize that I must not have been very good company in the last couple of months, and it's really 'cause I've been feeling completely out of whack. Whether it's because of the chronic headaches, or the context of the broader scope of History, or whatever else, I'm not certain.
Last night, I was talking on the phone with a friend about performing music. I abruptly realized that just prior to college, I was a musician of 10 years. And I've completely forgotten that. Once upon a time, I was a prospective student for the Royal Academy in London, and now, music doesn't play the slightest factor in my life. It made me wonder on all the other things I once was, and have since neglected.
After conferring with my colleague, the always lovely Ms. J. "Wellies," I decided to leave work early. It was one of those slow Fridays that started off with rain, and mostly consisted of editors and designers staring intently at their screens, working hard at surfing the Net. I met up with one of my oldest chums, Davey Crockett, who was just back from his marathon tour of the Southeast Asian corridor (a land that still remains intimate and familiar to me).
But when we spoke, it was strained from the abuses of time -- too many individual misfortunes and circumstances, and after a while, I could no longer use my sleepiness as an excuse. (turn to next page)
