Soy Un Pescador
5 April 2001
12:27 AM: Well it was about time to recycle that joke, I thought. "Joke".
I did not go to the doktor. I did not go to bed until 6 AM or so. I did not wake up this morning. I did not get to work until 3:20 PM. I am not a well-organized person. I do not understand my motives, as I think I have said before. In fact I have said all of this before one way or another, but then, that applies to every entry in this thing, honestly. It's just the "one way or another" part that makes it marginally interesting.
Work has been a lot of hoo and ha. No one knows what's going to happen. It's all quite out of control. At some point, you know, they'll just throw that Big Switch and then we'll spend a few days running around screaming and then it'll all be in the past. Now it is quite late and I am going to go home. That's about it. Jeez, Thursday. How does this happen?
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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