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9 November 1998
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Mom called yesterday to see if I had any plans for Thanksgiving. I could have lied, I suppose, but what the heck. I just have to remember to put a fresh coat of dye on my hair before I go. Wouldn't want to look spotty for the family.
Um, that's about it. Wow, my mind is completely empty. I've just been working on the Mac over there, and trying to install RedHat on the PC over here. Hello, Linux smarties, two button mice? Most of the world has them? Cut & paste, a nice feature, consider supporting it? Oy. Well, I'll fiddle with it later.
But beyond that, I have nothing to say, really. Smoggy day.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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