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  Self-Destruct Engaged

12 September 2000

7:06 PM: Seems to me that I knew, oh, way back last week sometime, that it was time to work on the Usual Monthly Task, that it would be due Tuesday, which is to say, Today.

Am I done? Am I ready? Am I close? Well, I thought maybe the last at least. But the end keeps accelerating away from me. Argh.

I was going to work on it this weekend, too, in theory. But that wave packet of potential responsibility stayed virtual. Just slept like a dead person, ate, and read instead. Terrible. Oh, yes:

Weekend Experience Report: Friday I finally went to Pac Bell Park. Do I have to say who lost the game, 8-game winning streak notwithstanding? Sigh. I'm sorry, really, I'll pay less attention in the future. But the park itself is fantastic. I'm such a fool to have waited so long, there were tons of people selling tickets outside, especially single seats. In fact, why am I here now? Oh, they're in Houston, right. Enron Park - doesn't that sound like the name of a dictatorial US President from an L. Ron Hubbard novel?

Read Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, finally. I liked it, but it was short - I should have gotten the sequel, Parable of the Talents, while I was at the bookstore. Scarily probable. The part where the handsome old man starts talking about way back when, in the days after he was born, and turns out to have been born in 1970 ... Sigh.

OK, things are beeping at me. Fuckles.

7:21 PM: Yoiks! Someone has learned the truth!! We must act quickly or else all is lost!

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

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