Such Excitement
1 November 2000
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5:24 PM: I'm sitting here watching a query run and freezing my legs off. It can't really be this cold. I think all the tea has thinned my blood, or thickened it or something like that. I'm only halfway through trying to load a bunch of data that has already been promised to the client to be up by tomorrow. Agh. Plus Sleater-Kinney is tonight and I'm going come Hell or warm beer, dangit. No telling what's going to happen.
5:28: Ah. Shower. Hot. Better. Og smell springtime fresh. 5:28? Is that all? That can't be right. Oh, wait, the server thinks it's 5:53. Nice to know I'm not the only one with problems about time.
Gadzooks! The capitalists have uncovered Comrade Nader's secret plan! We must regroup immediately. Cell meeting at 10. And I'm not bringing the donuts again this time.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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