Ow. Dammit. 23 July 1999

12:14 AM: Of the 24th, that is. Oy.

Ow.

Not enough hours in the day. Slept wrong, slept late, no sooner get to work than immediately into a meeting with users who keep bringing up this Very Fundamental Need that They Told Us We Could Have, but which no one had ever mentioned to me, grumble. And the result was that my back started spasming something horrible, until I was walking down the street like a hunchback without realizing it, holding it bent and trying to keep it still, because with every step something was sending lovely needles into my ribs. Naturally, this would be the one day this year when we got actual paper checks that had to be physically carried to a bank and handed over to them in order to get paid. How archaic.

Ow.

If you don't have access to real drugs, I can recommend as a substitute two - not the recommended one, but two - tabs of Advil and one tab of generic pseudoephedrine hydrochloride, washed down with a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, two chocolate donuts, and some coffee. No telling which was the crucial ingredient there, so accept no substitutes.

Ow.

I'm not done but I'm stopping anyway. Work, I mean. Well, this too. But it wasn't like I had anything to say of note. All cute girls have boyfriends. Only in extreme duress will they endure a time without one. Of course, since women don't exactly mate for life with the first guy they go out with, that means that everytime they choose a new boyfriend, they're dumping an old one. So if you have a cute girlfriend, don't be smug, mister. You could be next.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

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

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