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If I knew that updating a .plan file was this entertaining, I would have
started doing semi-regular updates a long time ago.  Oh well.  My web space
is located at http://nuthouse.org/~hendersa and I can be reached via e-mail
at hendersa@icculus.org.
 
Archived .plan entries can be seen at http://nuthouse.org/~hendersa/finger.
 
 
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*16 July 2002 - Emergency Status Update*
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It is becoming apparent that I need to give all of you an update on
what I've got going on, since I'm getting a lot of mail asking me
where in the heck the next .plan update is.  So, I'm going to give you
a quick rundown on what I've been up to lately so that you can
understand why those .plan updates aren't just magically appearing.

1. Medical Problems

Hey, it's anyone's guess on this one.  One morning I woke up and it
felt like someone had decided to run over my lower back with a large
train.  Or, maybe just a lot of really small ones.  Needless to say,
it hurt like the dickens.  Being the typical guy that I am, I sucked
it up and hoped it would go away.  And you know what?  It DIDN'T.  Not
even close.

It turns out that all is not well within.  I'm scheduled to see a
specialist soon, but there's some major not-good mojo going on inside
my internal slushy parts.

Doctor #1 gave me some medicine, which did absolutely nuttin'.  Doctor
#2 said to go see a specialist, and then gave me some medicine that
has all sorts of wacky side-effects.  I've found that no matter how
much I scrub my tongue, it's going to stay black until I stop taking
this stuff.  It looks like I've been licking charcoal, which isn't
going to go over really well with either my girlfriend or my dentist.
The current medicine is merely there to tone down my symptoms and make
it so I can keep on living normally until my appointment with the
specialist rolls around.

The current educated guess is that my body is reacting to some sort of
poisoning (!), but I doubt it's so exotic that a specialist would
have a hard time with it.  At least, I hope.  I haven't seen any
ninjas with blowguns in the area, so that's a good sign.  I just wish 
there wasn't a week and a half wait to see this guy...

2. Higher Education

About a week ago, I went to an information session for an MBA program
at a nearby college.  I wasn't really expecting to get much out of the
session aside from some basic information about their program
(schedule, cost, etc.).  I was very suprised to find out they still
have spots open for the Fall 2002 academic quarter, and they're still
taking applications.

I decided to hit the ground running and apply for the upcoming
academic quarter, rather than wait another year.  That doesn't leave
me a lot of time, but I'm up for the challenge. You'd be suprised what
you can do if you just cut out that whole "sleep" thing for a week.
I've filled out pages and pages of grad school applications and have
written several application essays detailing my "selection of
management paradigms to encourage organizational coherence and
synergy".

Yes, yes... feel free to boo and hiss.  At least I'm not going to be
becoming a lawyer.

Anyway, I'm taking the GMAT in a whopping three days, and I just
finished filling out the Federal student loan paperwork.  Tomorrow's
agenda involves tracking down official transcripts from the four
colleges that I have attended over the years.  I also have to start
pestering people about getting my letters of recommendation
written, signed, and sealed so that I can submit those as well.

The GMAT test, by the way, costs $200.  That alone should discourage
you from entering the field of business.

3. Moving on Up

A few weeks ago, I've finally moved out of my over-priced Southern
California apartment into a much more over-priced (but much nicer)
Southern California apartment.  I'm now about three miles closer to
work, and right on the edge of the mountains.  The upside is that I'm
in a much quieter area that's very nice.  The downside is that I have
to dig through one of a dozen half-packed boxes whenever I need just
about anything.  Unpacking hasn't been a really big priority, but I'm
getting there.

My internet access was a bit spotty, but I'm finally off my old
ghetto connection of 56kbps and on a 400kbps uber-amazing cable modem.
I must be the only person in the whole CITY on this cable network
because this thing just plain COOKS.

So, to sum this whole thing up:

- I'm dying.
- I'm trying to get my shot at getting my MBA.
- I'm trying to remember which box I packed all my forks in.

That's about it for now, I think.  Time to try to get some sleep.
    

When this .plan was written: 2002-07-17 02:47:54
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