A Scary Thing
11 April 2001
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A Scary Thing
11 April 2001
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11:05 PM: Jane Eyre: The Musical. You think I'm kidding? I wish.
Today I am actually at the office building. The air conditioning is somehow mercifully off so it's not too intolerable. I thought I had some generic Sudafed-type drugs stashed here but nope. So it's been a day without meds. Remarkably like days with meds, shockingly enough.
I'm so behind. No idea how long it's going to take to catch up, either, not really. I found out that I accidentally mailed out this whole terminal buffer on Monday night - I had had to grab the buffer when my network connections crashed for no reason, as I was 3/4 of the way through a long response to an email and I didn't want to lose it. But somehow, when I thought I was just sending out that salvaged message, I in fact sent out a copy of everything that had passed by on my terminal window for the last 20 minutes or so. Including lovely things like personal email and whatnot. Ooosp.
Jeez, look like I got that Kozmo order in just under the wire. They're going out of business as of immediately. Does that mean those orange bags are collectibles now? Oh wait. Of course they are.
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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