Distilled
an experimental web journal
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99.10.20 I do see her side. She just refuses to see mine. These military types often talk of "the mission." Whatever it is at the moment, your duty is to the mission. When you join you leave your individual "mission" behind. You give yourself to something greater, you trust in your superiors. This is the atitude I have taken. My first duty is to this organization that I represent. Her first duty is to her friends. And no one who matters seems to see this. And so, we continue. Everything unsaid again. R. from autopsy is gone. I am somewhat upset. Somewhat pleased. It will be interesting to see who takes the position. S.K. is still out sick. I wonder what is wrong with her. Those last three weeks I saw her once...she came in and left early...sick...a chronic illness...I am so worried for her. NSH is this week. Janice is there, and all three of the University Ladies, and Marion and Marian. Marquise and Latonya are embedding. How about that?? That is great. They have been so overloaded. But I can't think about it anymore. Summer is best left in the warm days. "It was strange this morning. Dark outside when I left my house." "Yeah I noticed that too," I say. "Its funny, we used to see the sun rise a little after six, in the summer." "..." And I realize that no one else is crazy enough to go into work for 5:30 during their summer off. P.S. I didnt go to sleep Sunday night. I fancied myself like a bucket, drawn up through the darkness into the light of day. |
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