Entry Found In A Cornfield
18 April 2000
9:00 PM: A nice of night dreams at last. Er. Well you know what I mean. Not that it didn't take 2 or 3 hours to get started, again - this time properly anesthetized, too. Kept having that speedy sort of long-muscle contraction fidgety feeling. Why? I don't know.
I need to go get a chair. One more item on the list. How did I get started on this buying spree? The undead yuppie inside me is trying to claw back to the surface. Note to self: more garlic in diet.
But I really do need a chair for working. I'm using a little folding chair right now and I can't sit there for more than an hour or two without collapsing in one big cramp. Bad for one, that. It's hard to shop for these things, though. It's too easy to get the look of a good chair. But it's not until you've sat in it for a day that you can tell if it's got the right stuff. I don't think Office Depot lets you try things out like that. If I was a butt.com millionaire I'd just get an Aeron and leave it at that, of course. Though I've never sat in one of those, either. They could quite easily suck.
I have to stay here another hour, I guess. Demotivated much? Blah.
This week's motto: Eat a Tum, lose your bum.
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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