August 12th, 2001

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Ill for reasons unknown

I was playing with a flashlight Saturday afternoon... sort of shining the beams around the my room... I made a few passes by my left eye and suddenly felt funky. I felt warm. And slightly dizzy. And had a wierd feeling in my stomach sort of like car sickness. I laid down and without even trying, I slept for 40 minutes. About twelve hours later, I still don't feel 100%. I wonder what's wrong.

Regardless, I have two brand new entries up at my "other journal" and I'm encouraging you to mosey over that way and check them out. Don't have my journal bookmarked yet? Click here to go forth and read.
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In the event of my untimely demise

When I die -- and especially if I perish doing the work of a fireman -- I want the following quote read at my funeral. It was part of a speech given by the chief of the Fire Department of New York City to the probie class, circa 1905. It pretty much sums it all up for me.

"I have no ambition in this world but one, and that is to be a fireman. The position may, in the eyes of some, appear to be a lowly one; but we who know the work which a fireman has to do believe his is a noble calling. There is an adage which says that, 'Nothing can be destroyed except by fire.' We strive to preserve from destruction the wealth of the world, which is the product of the industry of men, necessary for the comfort of both the rich and the poor. We are defenders from fires of the art which has beautified the world, the product of the genius of men and the means of refinement of mankind. But, above all, our proudest moment is to save lives of men- the work of God Himself. Under the impulse of such thoughts, the nobility of the occupation thrills us and stimulates to deeds of daring, even at the supreme sacrifice. Such considerations may not strike the average mind, but they are sufficient to fill to the limit our ambition in life and to make us serve the general purpose of human society."
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What to do... What to do...

I've talked with Haley a few times since we got together last Friday night. At least... I've tried to chat with her. Everytime I do, the conversation sort of fizzles just out of the gates. This is a stark contrast to our initial conversations... and it makes me wonder what's up. I'm not looking for anything special, just a friend I think. Melissa says that she's trying to test the waters. She's wondering what she thinks of me and trying to see if I'm gonna smother her. I'm not real sure what to do... I don't want to do too much... or not enough. What can I say? Indecision sucks.
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    Tim McGraw / Please Remember Me