Cross Your Tentacles
17 April 2001
5:56 PM: Today is The Big Day at last. We are launching all the changes for the project we've been working on since the 15th century. Command central is right here in the bedroom. I have cookies stocked up just in case, the tea is brewed, I came to play. Or is that pray? Both, probably.
Plus! New Buffy!! At long last too!
Still can't get my tax return to file. Stupid Social Security has the wrong birthday on file for me and won't tell me what it is. So I have to go to their physical office tomorrow and fix it. Stupid 20th century bureaucracies. Stupid hard-to-spell French loaner words.
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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