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11 December 1998
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11 December 1998
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HACK Hack Hack Haack Hack. Fuck.
Extremely bad mood. Maybe should come back and do this later. Naah. Why wait. Overslept. Well, not really. Lying. Woke up too early, reslept, woke up, thought about it, did nothing, rereslept, etc. Familiar details. In late. But show up and it's Why bother? No one has done anything promised. Nothing that was supposed to get done today can be done. True, wasn't here personally to go up and look at them and say "Did you do this? Are you crippled?" My fault then, suppose. Oh well. Making a lot of typos today. Fuck. Very annoying. Stupid cough. Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh.
Saint Etienne was very good. Charming, pleasant, like a honey cough drop. No, better than that, sorry, preoccupied. Lead singer looked like Jennifer Anniston, wasn't expecting that. Marketing chick wet dream - "I can do that! I could be a star!" Sell singing lessons, promotional tie-ins, make fortune. Nice music to come down to, promises good things, even if lyrics are sad sometimes.
Very happy with little hipsters in front of me too. Piqued at first because they were getting awfully close. Then realized how useful as protective barrier. And very well behaved, did not chatter during songs, well-groomed, polite to each other. Very short, the key thing. Chattering friend showed up later, after main little-hipster group left. Nostalgic, me. Ironic remarks during Saint Etienne concerts uncalled for. Save them for later.
Haven't played any new CDs yet, waiting for hyena boy to go home so can shut off fucking airconditioning fan first, also to avoid having to deal with hyena boy comments of sterling quality, such as "Like whoah, what is this? This is too weird.", followed by shutting off of CD player, or substitution of old AC-DC CD. Nearly chemical there, hmm. AC + DC => CD + CA. Plus heat.
New Star Trek movie starts tonight. Everyone from work is going. Else, I mean. Never did see last one either, dumb dumb. Hate seeing that sort of movie on video tape. Hate video tape anyway except for TV shows and re-seeing movies. Tough la for me. No urge in least to buy DVD player. Good sign, may be recovering. May also just be swamped by overwhelming desire for new Mac.
Well that's enough.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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