However: Raisins.
7 April 2000
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11:29 PM: Well poot.
My office crush had her real definite everything-in-boxes-out-the-door last day today. Ach well. I hadn't really talked to her much this last week that's she's been back from New York. Don't know why particularly. Might be that mouth-foaming problem I'm having. And of course I was working until midnight again last night, racing to catch up with time, and thus missed the farewell beers that she & the other 3,000,237 people who quit this week were having over at 20 Tank. Probably just as well, I'm sure I would have found some way to embarrass both of us. Well, OK, maybe just me.
I did get to give her a MadFish!, though. I got my box of them yesterday! Yay! Many colorful insane puffer fish squirt ball things. From Nebraska.
Life is about something that I forget.
Yesterday. Yes, it was, it was yesterday. I got paged at 7:30 AM. Fixed the problem, then waited an hour and a half for someone to get back to me to confirm that it was working OK. Slight imbalance in urgency. Attempts to sleep after this were pointless. Every 20 or 30 minutes, something else would happen. The phone would ring and try to sell me phone service, which is disturbingly biological if you aren't really awake. Sarah's pager would go off (she's been hiding from her roommates again). The building fire alarm went off. No, wait, that was the night before. My upstairs neighbor's music would start at House Party volume. The phone would ring again. My pager went off.
I gave up and went to work. That's what's going to be on my tombstone.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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