September 30th, 2004
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Just not fair
I managed to get up on time today. It’s amazing how climbing down out of the loft at six thirty opens up your day. I got “a boxful” of stuff done before leisurely leaving the house at eight. My kitchen is back to standard form, and the bed sheets and bath towels are fluttering in the sun-shiny afternoon breeze.
Actually, it’s _really_ nice outside. Like ridiculously nice. Stupid nice, as I would say. It has rained since Monday (which I welcome for numerous reasons), but this morning my prayers for a laundry day were answered, and now I may stop drying the dishes with dollar store paper towels (which always flake off all over the place).
It’s so nice in fact, that I am having a very hard time rationalizing why I am indoors and chugging through code in a room with only fluorescents (my illumination arch-nemesis). This is one of the biggest letdowns about a career with a traditional company– you can’t just stop working and go play outdoors on a nice day. Sure, I got here at eight-thirty, and I’ve been putting up crazy amounts of progress lately, but that’s not the way things are done.
A day as lovely as this is a rare thing in Tokyo, and it burns at the hemline of soul to not be chucking the football on the Cut, or playing soccer in front of the Rotunda. However, I will not give up my ideals, nor will I be crushed by the industrial machine. It is just a matter of time until my next metamorphosis arises (be it self-employment or graduate school).
So to those of you back home not working for the man (and maybe some of you who are), for the love of God get out and do something extraordinary with your lives, even if it’s just tossing a ball around. You don’t even have to be good at it. 
