Saturday, January 24th, 2004
Leaving On A Jet Plane
Funny how I’m going away at the exact time I need a vacation, but really don’t want one… if that makes any sense. Recent happenings have left me mildly useless at work, but I feel guilty taking off. I went to visit my friend at the hospital last night, and he’s doing about as well as can be hoped right now. He’s breathing on his own, and they’ll take some of the equipment out of his lungs helping him out tomorrow. Most of the concern is about his neurological condition, which they can’t comment on till they ease up the painkillers.
Man. Something like this, it’s sobering beyond words.
And now I’m going to Las Vegas.