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31 July 2000


2:34 PM: What a day. I've been up since 9 AM and coding until 2 PM - and I haven't even left the house yet. Now I have to go to work.

7:19 PM: The database for the freelance project went kerblooey this afternoon. Don't ever talk to me about how groovy and stable MySQL is. It's been throwing up all day like a cat with stomach flu that's swallowed an angora sweater. I think it's better now. I wouldn't want to bet ten dollars on it. Someone forwarded around an email today, saying that San Francisco is having a STAGE 2 ENERGY ALERT! Warning! Warning! Put down the microwave and come out slowly! Just because it might maybe get up to, oh, 85 degrees today. Sheesh. Even the power grid's been turned into a weather wimp.

7:51 PM: This is so stupid. I don't want to go out and get food because it's too "early", like I have to wait here longer to deserve it. But in the meantime, I'm futzing around password-protecting things and not really working at all. So where exactly is the principle that's involved?

11:06 PM: Tick tick tick tick, bagels are chewy. I hurt my brain. I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. This is not one of my cleverererer days.




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

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