Not Enough Sleeping
29 July 1999
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29 July 1999
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4:27 PM: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Second power failure this week here. Geez indeed. Don't these people realize who they're messing with? We're the Internet for god's sakes! You're cutting power to the future!
Of course the real tragedy is in how it inconvenienced me, center of the dimly known universe. Uh oh. Someone is sending me a file with an attachment named "mouse.zip". I don't like the sound of that. D'oh! It's not even to me. These dumb fuckers. Someone with an address almost like mine, only ending in ".net" instead of ".com", has been posting to some geeksome newsgroup, and clueless wonders keep replying to ME because they can't read. It really is true, nobody knows how to read. Or bothers to, I suppose.
Ah, yes, so, anyway, power off, naturally I was in early to meet with daylight tribe people, so instead of lovely sleeping & never knowing, I'm wandering around SOMA with nothing to do while they get everything fixed. Although that was an excuse to have lunch at Primo Patio, where I don't feel bad when they ignore me, because they ignore everyone, and the beans they are so good. But that's over now. Meanwhile, even when the power is back now, the day people, they are "Oh! Oh! Our world is atilt!" and running around poulet sans tete you know. There goes that meeting altogether. Now here I am, and anytime I stop idle movement such as this typing, and try to do something difficult like think two consecutive thoughts,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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