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  Ow II: The Reflux

5 October 2000


Not enough sleep and fershugginer MCI called again at 8:30 AM and dentists calling and can't go back to sleep just lying there thinking about everything I've ever done wrong and everything I am doing wrong and everything I ever will do wrong, thank you very much, including thinking about that and Freddie is up awfully early and I might as well go eat and Sparky's is closed of course of course so we go to the burrito shop which I think walking in is maybe a mistake and it is and I get a tostada anyway I don't know why a plain burrito would have probably been fine but as it is I am completely oversaturated with food and naturally Today is the semi-monthly potluck lunch and so someone walks by me about every 10 minutes saying "Hey there's free food" and I'm sore all over and I'm sure that has nothing to do with going out last night or the night before or the night before that and young Penny's reaction to the bookstore idea was "Really. ?" followed by appropriate supportive noises but it is true that I'm not exactly Mr. Get-Up-And-Go especially not now I think the arms of this chair are in the wrong place I think I'm a little too bored with this job and I think a nap would be very nice right about now. Mmmm nap.



Meanwhile: In another part of the world, some people have actual problems. And it looks like they might finally have done something about them. "Slobodan, Slobodan, save Serbia and kill yourself!" Ah, were truer words ever spoken?




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

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