A Perfectly Ordinary Evening 15 April 1999

3:30 PM: Up early early, play tonight. The Magic Fire, and that review sums up everything I know about it. But Berkeley Rep, always diverting.

Oh and I might get a bite to eat first. You know, maybe meet someone for dinner, like.

Ai yai.

Stupid annoying problems at work. This is what I get for thinking about sending around a "Congratulations!" message on behalf of all the people who helped with this particular project. Not more than a couple hours after standing in the shower yesterday morning, musing about wording, I arrived here to find that it had all broken down, and those same helpful people had completely panicked, not only pulling the new stuff off the live site, but changing half a dozen other things as well just for luck. The software is doing all kinds of bizarre things, changing from day to day for no reason - or so it seems. Satan doesn't write comments.

So I've been Annoying Man! full-time for two days now, and it's getting awful tiresome. Not just to me, I'm sure. The only good thing about being slightly pissed off all day is that I don't pass out in the afternoon as usual, even in this heat.

Speaking of! Heat! Yes! Actual not-rain, not-fog weather, at last at last. Time for the grass to die now. I love it when it's warm at night like this, especially. Perfect sort of night to go carousing. Or at least think about carousing. Remember thinking about carousing. Blah. I think my skin is falling off. It's awful loose.

Ai yai yai.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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