More Deterioration
24 August 2000
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More Deterioration
24 August 2000
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10:56 PM: You know how you have that voice in your head?
Not that one, no, I just mean the way that you can hear yourself think your own thoughts. For some reason, right now that voice has this really bad Irish accent. I'm putting the URL in to come to this screen and thinking, "So, typin in haitch tay tay pay cawlawn slash slash dub dub dub dot potata dot com slash today slash pay haitch pay, then, are ya?"
It's really annoying. Why am I doing this? What vermin are inside my brain? Has some hostel somewhere found one of those Malkovich doors that peeks out through my eyes? That would explain the music, maybe.
In other news - man, I am the slackiest of lackies here, it's been days and days since an entry. I want to say there's no real reason, but maybe it's really that I haven't had much to complain about. That and the multiple jobs. I think I haven't had a whole day to fuck about since June. Must remedy.
Things are well, though, well enough. It's amazing how much difference actually sleeping 9 or 10 hours straight through makes. Felt very much a registered user at Peaceable Kingdom today. And I didn't even have Red Tail instead of Anchor Steam last night like I was planning to for my experiment on account of I forgot (shut up little Irish man...), so what was it? The tuna? The extra blanket? The new pillow? The in-house medical care? The barbituates?
I do wish that companies would stop sending me brochures advertising the new G4 Cube, because I do not need one and I am going to buy one anyway if I don't get some help....
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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