Junkie (2/08/03)

I'm such an addict. Feeding the hunger in Palo Alto four times a week isn't enough. I have to do it at home too, in my spare time, instead of sleeping, eating, movies, social interaction. I do it while walking. Lately I've been doing it in class behind my three-ring binder. Last night I used the internet to help feed the need, since it caters to all the kinks there are.

You guessed it, I'm a knowledge junkie. The double-dose of grad school isn't supplying my learning fix, so I went on another amazon.com binge. On the way are:

Seriously, though, I do sometimes use learning as an escape from doing, and that's bad. Learning in the service of doing is so much cooler, but I love it either way. Can't give in too often though, gotta shift that balance over towards doing, its more satisfying in the end...push...push...push...man, this is hard, can I take a rest for a minute and read?

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