Where Am I?
27 July 2001
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27 July 2001
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12:36 PM: They're having network security issues at work, and I keep getting my account cut off for dialing in.
Dang.
I really, really, really, really do not want to go in there. If someone called me right now and said, well, you can be here in 40 minutes or you can quit, I'd quit. This might be possibly not the most brilliant decision to make. I don't know why, really. It's not hard. It's not anything, is the trouble. I just can't seem to make my brain do anything. It's not like I'm all that busy doing anything else.
I dunno. Can't even blame Seasonal Affective Disorder, given the summer and the bright sunshine. Hello, yes, sorry, I have that 24-day stupidity virus that's going around. See you Thanks
12:44 PM: Also, getting lasagne at 2:30 AM was a really bad idea, too. Urp.
6:50 PM: So. Uhhh.... I got the VPN fixed. Yep.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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