28 August 2001
5:23 PM: Second day in a row Today, we all sat on the N Judah train for about 10 minutes, waiting, only to have one of the blue-shirt guys from MUNI come on and say, "Will you please all exit and wait for the next train, the operator is having a personal emergency and can't continue." Are they just saying that? Is it the same operator? If it is, give the guy a few days off for pete's sakes.
Did not go to the late show at the Festival last night, on account of it's playing the rest of this week as well, plus not thrilled about travel to the other side of the world out there. Instead, met Ms. V. for a beer or three, chatting about fires and Mississippi and bands and crazy people who can't read. That was good. Still stayed up too late playing Solitaire obsessively. That's such a sad picture, yet I keep doing it. And hey, there's an unusual outcome, eh?
Today, nothing exciting. Got a sandwich, wrong kind of roll. Too chewy, this. I need something soft, easy to chew, like egg salad on white bread.
I just heard someone here in the office actually refer to Jennifer Lopez as "J. Lo" without the slightest trace of irony or mockery. These boys sure do talk a lot.
7:54 PM: I really really really really fucking HATE IT when I can't wake up. I sit here for fucking hours on end, gobbling sugar and caffeinated mints and coffee and it does no damn good at all. My eyes still feel like they've retreated halfway inside my head, I still can't keep them open, I still can't think or stop moving without starting to fall asleep. When this hits me, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry that it's only been 4 hours since I got to work. I did not ask to have this stupid condition.
Bodies suck. They're stupid. All they do is break down and poison your mind with noxious chemicals and regrets. They cause trouble.
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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