An Empty Mind
27 October 1999
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An Empty Mind
27 October 1999
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11:41 PM: I keep forgetting to go home, you see.
And then I remember.
I am taking certain concepts way too seriously. The usual suspects.
I have nothing much to say. I am working too much. I am digging on Cordelia & Quinn in Angel, so of course he's leaving. But even with him still there, there's just not enough regular cast members in that show. It's turning into Rockford Files - After Dark. Not that Rockford Files was a bad show. But it's no Buffy.
I ripped a piece of skin off my inner thigh last night. I don't know how or why. I mean, I was there when it happened, but I don't know what happened. I thought it was a hair or a bug or maybe a little pimple. Nothing obvious happened right away, except it hurt. But gradually it all turned red and it was clear that this 1/16th X 1/8th inch oval of the outermost layer was just ... gone.
I am falling apart.
But at least I am not the Atlanta Braves. Ha ha. "Oh, we beat up the Mets, we are so big and tough, yes we are --ow!"
Ha ha.
Ha ha.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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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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