Something's Seriously Wrong
13 August 2001
8:22 PM: I woke up around 9 AM after not going to sleep until 6, and thought, "Oh this is silly, I should just go back to sleep." So I did.
Woke up again around 11:30, laid there in a daze for a while. Maybe an hour. Then got up, checked email. Sent out a note I should've sent Sunday, but shrug. Logged out, took a shower, went to work.
Got to work around 2:30 PM. Did all the Photoshop and Quark and hair-pulling and fonts related to the Monthly Task. That's done. This Flash Generator whateveritis thing that other people are supposed to be doing but that somehow I've gotten in the middle of, that's all done. Ate a burrito.
Do you notice anything missing there? I think I'm bewitched.
Country Life so kicks ass. I'm also glad to see that the Fantastic Plastic Machine CD has the room-clearing power that PJ Harvey used to, before everyone found out they were supposed to like her. New Sparklehorse CD came in mail Today, yay. Well, new to me, old to the world.
Went to the Comix book store yesterday and spent a whole lotta money. Fun. The final three collections of Invisibles, that new book Bizarro (underground comix artists do Superman/Batman/etc. stories), and! The first three issues of Fray! I thought they were all sold out and gone. I am dumb. Sometimes that's good.
(You know. Fray. Joss Whedon's new comic book? Vampire slayer thousands of years from now, or 200 years maybe I forget?)
Also got The Quiet Invasion by Sarah Zettel which was good and helped fill a certain spot, but was not the new installment in Harry Turtledove's "The Great War" series which I know is out or almost out anyway. Pooh. Picked up paperback of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. We'll see. It's awfully trendy. Oh, and I still have The Shipping News to read, too.
Haircut tomorrow. About time. I'm all poofy.
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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