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  A Sense of Obligation

26 January 2001

6:17 PM: There's a mouse in the house. I don't mean the kind with buttons, I mean the kind with legs. Stuart Little, only without clothes or being able to speak English as far as we know. First someone spotted it on the other side of the room. Next thing I knew, there it is, poking its furry little head out right next to my computer.

Somehow, I managed to not scream. Just a little eek!

It also happens to be a Beer&Pizza Friday. So I'm thinking we should just leave some half-full pints around. We will anyway, why not say it was deliberate? Mouse gets drunk, mouse falls in, mouse drowns, we deny relationship with mouse, issue press statement expressing our regret and sympathies for mouse's familly and friends, but emphasizing need to move on with life. Mouse would've wanted it that way.

Otherwise I have nothing to say. I am pretty much just annoyed with everything and everyone in the universe. It's quite dull.

7:23 PM: It's Not How Well He Dances Dept.:

"When someone brought up the term "disaggregation" in one session, Mr. Bush picked up on it himself and seemed to know that it meant separating test scores by different groups of students."
Imagine! He actually seemed to understand a word of more than three syllables! Praise Jesus! Praise the Lord!

10:12 PM:

Hey, this looks pretty interesting - maybe you should all check it out.

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

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