Ask Bill Where It Is
17 November 1999
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10:21 PM: Well fuck. Wonderful innovative Internet Explorer crashed the robust Windows 95 operating system, trashing my session and my 90% complete entry here. It was just whingin about being out of shape and old and not wanting to think about having to stop doing all the things that are fun but are killing me. Fuck it.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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