Lip OD 30 July 1999

6:49 PM: What a stupid fucking day. I knew I didn't want to go anywhere, and I was right. Though I couldn't quite explain why, exactly. I know I'm right, and that's all that matters. Right? Of course.

Really awful dreams about being aphasic or something. My mom was trying to tell me the URL of her home page (!) and I couldn't make the keys work, I couldn't form letters with a pen on paper, I couldn't talk, what people were saying to me made less & less sense. More or less the future that awaits, I suppose. Pissed me off. Been like that since before I woke up. Kept awakening, looking at the clock, flipping it off, diving back down into the covers. Finally, finally, finally got in to work here around 3:30 today.

To no point whatsoever, of course. Again. Feh. Now there's another keg party dregging its way into the holdout hours of the evening, music steadily degenerating, and not from any too high starting point either let me tell you.

If only I had had a fever or something. And this! This fucking server! Quit futzing out on me like that! Damn. Better find that valerian root ...

On a lighter note, might I suggest you check out these folks before they're witch-hunted into oblivion?

Boy, guess we're all pretty excited about that new Richard Gere - Julia Harelip move, huh?

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

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