A Sip Suffices
25 March 1999
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25 March 1999
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9:57 PM: Sigh. I wonder if my office crush can tell when I talk to her, or if she just thinks I'm a diffuse sort of goon. I suppose that's not really an either/or situation, though, is it?
Very cleverly read until 8:47 AM this morning, putting the kibosh on the getting-up-at-9 plan. I only seem to be a conscious rational being. In fact I'm like those orange plastic motorized balls you can buy to torture cats, that have a set of uneven weights inside that make them spin around in a random walk. Plus I'm washable!
Bored now. Work done. Nothing to do. Read books. News dull. Bombs fall. Done now. More later. Need life. Dumb word. Oh well.
Don't laugh. Not easy. You try.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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