11 July 2001
2:33 PM: I'm taking Wednesdays off from work for a while so I can do some work. I'm sure there's a good reason why that makes sense. Oh! Right. Here, I can smoke. And god knows, I'm not doing enough of that lately. Cough. Wheeze.
I woke up this morning smelling something like tomatoe sauce. No, I don't mean I smelled like tomatoe sauce, I mean my nose detected the odor. Well, actually, maybe I do mean that. Because either it was me, or someone in the building was cooking, or what I'm really afraid of - there's a pizza lost in the pile of crap on my bed. I'm almost absolutely positive that that's not the case. Ugh.
Tonight is Quasi at Bottom of the Hill, yay Janet. Beat them drums.
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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