Suddenly there is some hectic work to be done, due to which I can't breathe easy for even an hour, and then suddenly there is a lull in deadlines and other things, and I do nothing but relax.
This kind of reminds me of the play Waiting for Godot, in which there were suddenly periods of sudden activity, and then moments of random existentialist thoughts.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Phases
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