2 January 2001
6:56 PM: Uh oh. I think I'm discovering one of the problems that might result from working at home. I've been here at the office for all of two hours, and I want a cigarette. I never smoke during the day at work, I don't really even think about it. But now my brain is starting to associate keyboards and monitors with smoke, the way it already does beer, or reading in bed. Bad bad.
And so much for my semi-resolution for the new millenium, which was that I honestly really did want to get to work by noon. Not because I was so eager to go to work, but because then I'd be able to leave by 8 PM, in time to start going to see movies during the week.
Naturally this scheme lasted until about 6:30 AM Today, when I woke completely up. There's no point in even pretending to sleep when that happens, so I got up and read Raft by Stephen Baxter. The whole thing. Which, OK I've read it before, but still, I thought that was kind of extreme. And then, of course, I was sleepy, because it was past time to get up. Bla bla bla. Thinking about it, I haven't really been awake for more than 6 hours at a stretch since I went on vacation last Friday. 8 hours at the most. Not too much like the world.
Fuckles. Even Alt.Now is sucking. I finally get it set up at work, and all it's been playing is Meat Puppets, J. Mascis & The Wankers, and some lameass Matchbox-20-wannabe who's on now. "Gonnna be/ A rock and rolllllll / singer / Gonnnabe/ A rock and roll / Star" Swear to god. Those are the lyrics. Whoah dude.
Something else but I forget.
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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