No Need For Alarm
18 March 1999
11:16 PM: Hi, yes, still alive, hello.
First decent dream I had in weeks, something very Next Generation-like about it, and of course I end up oversleeping even for me. Just for balance, like.
I was completely convinced that it was Friday, too, because of course everyone knows that St. Patrick's Day is always on a Thursday, right? I don't know, don't ask. Some dusty mental attic.
Anyway, it's late, this damn DJ Shadow track is playing again, my script kinda mostly works more or less, I'm outta here. Nothing of great interest today. Missed Snack! even.
Oh, I did find out that IE 4.5 for the Mac sucks even more than IE4. But that's my own version of a "Sky Blue, Say Scientists" story....
I think I will go goth clubbing tomorrow night after all. I may even know some people there. I don't know if that makes it better or worse. I wonder if it's non-smoking. Young people, you never can tell with them. Must remember to eat first.
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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