No, Really, I'm Fine
8 March 2001
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No, Really, I'm Fine
8 March 2001
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1:57 PM: Damn, 1 PM already. I am so way way behind the 8 ball with work. Everytime I look at it, seems like, I realize that half of what I did the day before needs to be undone. It'd be nice to be working with someone on all of this, then maybe in having to explain it, I'd've caught some of these mistakes earlier. Ah well.
Must remember to eat.
10:56 PM: Fuck. 10 PM. (It's not really 10:56, this machine just thinks it is.) And I'm still not even close to done. I'm doomed.
That seems to be the theme of the week, really. Me & My Doom. Of the year. Of the millenium so far, heck. Just when I think that somehow, through some oversight of the Controlling Evil Forces That Rule Us All, life might have actually taken a good turn - that I might be in a situation that's not just not bad, but actually actively good - I guess the sound of my feebleminded little heart going 'boing!boing!boing!' attracts the Wrong Kind of Attention, and smash smersh there goes that little pipe dream.
Here, let's experiment.
GOOD THING NOBODY IS SUING US FOR COPYRIGHT VIOLATIONS OVER ANY OF THE STUFF IN THE BOOK, HUH?Watch this space.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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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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