wanna go HOME now...
SATAN DRIVES TO WORK

 
  Shh

5 July 2001


5:29 PM: I got to work about maybe 45 minutes ago. I am so very very much wishing I did not have to endure the endless ticking of one moment into the next. I stink internally. You think that's a metaphor, I bet.

Worst, the foam on these cheapass headphones has completely torn through, so I can't even listen to music to block out the tedious conversation about quitting smoking going on behind me.

I... Yeah. I should just not be saying anything right now. probably.


8:03 PM: Ah hah. It's as I suspected - only losers still have Web jobs.





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

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