There Is No Try
29 August 1998
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There Is No Try
29 August 1998
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Well hey. Another invisible day today. Did Not Day. I did not go out and have a mediocre breakfast. I did not buy a blue suit to match my hair. I did not go to any parties. I did not go down to the bar. I even did not go out and buy cigarettes which I may regret shortly. Among other things.
What did I do? I slept late. I read A Thin Dark Line by Tami Hoag. I thought about how much the author photo looked like Judy Davis. I napped. I dreamt again about Mary, vividly, annoyingly; dumb past, go away already. I chatted on IRC a little. I played FreeCell. I ate tortilla chips and this bean&salsa dip, neither very good. I thought about what kind of statement my kitchen makes about my soul.
And that's really all I have to say about that.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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