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Friday, September 27, 2002
I'm dumb. This morning, I was talking to Nancy and deciding whether I should attend this symposium at Stanford on "Addiction and the Brain." The reasons to go: the information could be useful, my boss would like it, and I'm getting paid for that time anyway. The reasons not to go: parking at Stanford is not easy, the lectures could be boring, it'd be nice to be in the office without my boss there (because she would be at the symposium). After debating it in my mind, I decided to go. When I got to Stanford, I was looking around for the place, and I came across a publicity poster for the event. And guess what? The symposium is actually not until next Friday. So, finding that out, I left Stanford to go to work. I got to work late, wasting gas, time, and a quarter (I only put in a quarter into the meter when I parked at Stanford, suspecting that something might be up). Moral of the story: I'm dumb.
10:33 AM Albert
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..a life in DUO