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24 July 1998


I just... I mean, what am I supposed to do with myself? The masher mashes, the scripts script, the site's updated, the cows are milked, the chickens fed, God's in his asylum and all's well. That can't be right. Surely there's something I'm supposed to have already gotten started with that's an A number 1 priority with revenue waiting on it if you know what I mean, spelled pay-check. Isn't there?

Vacation? What's that?

[more later]


Er... Or not.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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