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21 June 2000

10:44 PM: I got to my commie conspiracy meeting late last night, because I somehow got the idea into my head that it was at 9 PM, when every email about it said 8. Who knows, bad brain. Fortunately, since the meeting was at the patio of Zeitgeist, a pleasantly scruffy sorta-biker-ish bar on the edge of the Mission, nobody was particularly upset about promptness or lack. More meetings at work should be built around beer and smoking.

When it was over, I realized that the KFC/TacoHell outlet was between me and home. So I got to have yummy slimy dinner of fried chicken and biscuit-like-thing while watching the episode of Babylon-5 that I had taped that morning (it's being shown in sequence on TNT at 6 AM Mon-Sat - who knew? not me). So OK, they were completely out of drumsticks at KFC, and the episode was the only one from the last three years of the show that I had ever seen. It was still all right.

Today I had the alarm go off again but didn't pay much attention to it. Still got to work relatively better time. Phone still broken. Pretty much ordinary nothing day.

Yes, I know none of this is all that funny. Usually it isn't, you know.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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