Toweek? Tomonth? Toyear?
11 February 2002
2:48 PM: Yeyeyeye, I know. Where have I been. I don't know. I don't know where I am now. But I do know that this time tomorrow, I'll be at the airport, getting ready to go to Poland until March. I am so deeply, deeply unprepared. It's astounding.
Anyway, I'm sure there's more to say, but no time to say it. At least the chest waxing didn't hurt hardly at all. And it's almost cleared up by now, too. Can my life get any more weird? Yes it can.
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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