24 August 1999
10:49 PM: Whoops, 10:50 already. Better get moving. We actually had the meeting that I got to work at 9:30 AM to attend. Saints be praised. Although I did lose track of what day it was, I seem to have gotten a large amount of work done Today. How odd.
I have this terrible feeling, though, that my little kingdom here in our dusty Web is not long for the world. Not my job, but an area of our site about which I am pretty much the only person who cares. Or so it has always seemed. I bet it's profitable, though. How could it not be? I practically run the thing as a hobby.
Though you'd hardly notice it, we have been having summer weather for the last month or so. I only realized it because I found that I didn't need to wear more than my cardigan even late at night. The distinguishing characteristic isn't heat, it's Not Cold.
Anyways, I think it's coming to an end now. The fog is a lot heavier coming and going. It's definitely chilly out there after 11 PM or so. No w**d yet to speak of, which let's not in case it hears. I'm going to need to do something about my outerwear situation. That parka is just too kaflumpf. Would it be utter spaz to buy a leather jacket from The Gap, if it didn't say "GAP" on it somewhere or anything intolerable like that?
Second try at doctor on Thursday. Xanax, yum. I think more necessary than I thought. Thinking not being a strong suit, though. More of a worsted. Horrible dreams about rodents. No mouse in my house, please.
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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