31 October 2000
8:23 PM: Here it is, Halloween, well-known scourge of the papacy, and on this day, the big fish that ate us has been officially eaten. Trly, dr. Haha.
To celebrate, I'm at work! Wheee! Because I woke up before 7 AM and couldn't get back to sleep until 10:30! Neat!
Everything is just sort of all icky, I don't really have anything concrete to say. Lots of things to do tomorrow, but still too chicken to say anything to my boss today about how I'm not coming in. I only see people here at the real job for about 2 or 3 hours a day anymore, and it's so dark by 6 PM now... Spooky. I'd much rather go buy the new Bruce Sterling novel and hide out at home. Badness.
All quite dull, this.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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