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8 February 2001

6:03 PM: I wish I had a digital camera with me here to show you this. Somehow I managed to eat the top half of the roll on this half-sandwich before getting even halfway through the rest. So now it's this weird topless thing. What do they call that, "open-source"? No, "open-face", that's it. It's a big pain.

I guess trying to get up earlier without going to sleep earlier didn't work out.

And please, people, if you aren't going to do a professional job of it, could you just avoid the whole White-House-terrorist-shooting thing alone? It's so embarassing.

6:49 PM: Oh and I remember the other thing now. Just in time to add another pebble to my psychic avalanche, the excessively perky Portugese intern is back! So now I'm pretty much ringed in by cute funny socially-ept people who all know each other and hang out and go to lunch together and things.

I'm back in junior high again, in other words. No wonder I don't want to be here.

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

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