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i spent the whole day at client X's office today on newbury street. i worked through lunch, getting up only to use the bathroom. it was funny seeing the bathtub/shower stall, just like old times. i get the feeling that most of the people who work there are also freelancers like me, because everyone seemed to be very busy with what they're doing; i'd think full-time employees would be more prone to bouts of levity. i miss the office life yet at the same time i enjoy working just one day a week and spending the other 6 days doing my own thing. that post-delivery high i was hoping to experience? not going to happen just yet, i still have some work to do tomorrow morning. i was basically on autopilot, there wasn't any bug that i haven't encountered before in my 7 years of lingo programming. i fixed a flash navigation that wasn't working in the projector mode by issuing a play() command to the sprite. i rewrote the way the lingo handled the movies-in-a-window since director MX 2004 uses a different syntax. i dropped in the new credit screen and was surprised to see my name listed as one of the developers (i just used to companies taking credit for individual achievements). by the time i left at 6:30, it was just me and the production manager in the office, everyone else had gone home. she scared me when she told me she's always working, because i don't think she's lying, i see her online all the time. i could never be confused with a workaholic. i obsess over a lot of things but work isn't one of them. bleary-eyed, i stumbled out of the office. i thought about walking to chinatown for dinner but it seemed too far away; instead, i took the subway back to cambridge. when i got home a package was waiting for me outside, a christmas present from alex in tokyo, a pair of kawai air-freshener animals. i checked the news online: while i was busy working, pedro was signing a 4 year contract to join the mets. i'm sad that he's gone yet at the same time we don't need an aging diva on the team. if i could get over the loss of nomar, getting over pedro won't be a big deal. i ate my leftover turkey drumstick for dinner, carefully monitoring myself for symptoms of food poisoning. my old high school friend gary called me up after i wrote him e-mail last week (he lost my number); we haven't talked in almost 2 years. he's since left the world of accounting and went into the car repair business. we talked for about 90 minutes before making some tentative plans to meet up for dinner later this week.