I Have To Catch A Train Now
8 March 1999
11:29 PM: Gosh. First the building shakes like there's a mild earthquake, now thunder & lightning. I hope that's not me, like, externalizing and stuff. Grr.
OK, deep breath. A Good Thing: To Say Nothing of the Dog, which I re-read yesterday for the ... fifth? time. O! O!
These Kubrick obituaries are pissing me off. Oh, really, Mr. Ross, Full Metal Jacket and Barry Lyndon were "so not-worth-the-wait"? Like, totally? What was your momma's name again? Her mouth was full last time I talked to her.
Crap. I have to go. I know this is a filler entry. But, oh well. Go read Vitameatavegamin instead.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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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