Dear Diary: Did Not Reinvent Internet Again Today.
16 August 1999
11:41 PM: No, really. Reallly. This time, no fooling. Passport tomorrow.
My office crush got back from vacation this evening and of course came straight into work from the airport. Yes, technically, there were some good reasons for that, like getting transport, but still. Poor thing. Deeply bitten by belief in it all. To the point of calling in to work from pay phones while way the hell out - deliberately way the hell out too - in the middle of nowhere on a multiday bike trip. I shake my head, I wear the sad bemused expression.
On the other hand, very tanned and windblown and bicycle-legged was she. Yum. If I may be so uncouth.
This server is continuing to be a wanker. I don't know why. Bill Joy is only 44. I, on the other hand, had a chocolate donut with nuts for lunch. God damn.
Is my slothlike personality a trap or an excuse? That is the question.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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