the brain gets rusty from lack of use. things i once knew, are buried somewhere deep and dank under spider-webbed deckchairs. this doesn't bother me as much as it should, and yet...
why do i get so much pleasure from remembering how to produce this formula:
=IF(A2<=15,"1",IF(A2<=49,"2",IF(A2<=99,"3",IF(A2<=149,"4",IF(A2<=249,"5",IF(A2<=349,"6",IF(A2<=449,"7","8")))))))
(and how can something so simple look so complicated?)
3:55 p.m. - February 17, 2004
its not easy getting up for work on a cold, gray, winter morning but i find it helps if you drink a large glass of water before you go to bed.
11:01 p.m. - February 16, 2004
i've been so distracted and unmotivated at work since i got back from montreal that the only way i could possibly do any less work is if i actually took pieces of paper out of the filing cabinets and piled them in my filing tray. but that sounds too much like hard work to me.
2:31 p.m. - February 16, 2004
no more buffy, no more firefly, no more angel, no more need for a tv. saying that i'd still like an extra large widescreen tv for my living room. for aesthetic purposes only you understand. oh and for watching buffy, firefly and angel dvds.
ps i'm going to get a life next week...i promise.
1:45 p.m. - February 16, 2004
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