Bad Toys 29 June 2001

5:21 PM: I am ever so very tired of using these windup friction toy sad excuses for operating systems that run on desktop computers. Could I be using something built on, say, late 20th-century technology? Oh no. And don't think that just because you give me a bag of mini-Oreos that I'm going to forget all about it, either.

Now, two bags...

7:01 PM: Man, I'm sleepy. Pretty much fell over and went right to sleep after I got home from the bar last night - by 3 AM or thereabouts. Slept straight through until about 9, woke up for a few seconds for no discernable reason - I might have kicked the blanket off, not sure. Right back to sleep, alarm at noon, whack, listen to Robert MacNamara be really old and boring, fell asleep again. Finally up & out at 2 PM. I've been here maybe 3 hours, and zzzzzzzzzzz.

What is the issue here? Is it nutritional? Exerciseational? Moodical? I have no sharp feelings about anything in particular. I'm eating fruit, maybe they don't contain enough high fructose corn syrup. And work is even interesting for once. How much more do I want here?

OK, besides a time machine.

10:31 PM: Good lord. I thought we were being invaded by Fremont or something. It's just the Fourth of Hooly fireworms over Pac Bel Park. Bloody colonials.

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

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