Pastries Can Be Disturbing
10 April 2002
11:46 PM:It's not just me that sees something a little... anatomical here, right? Right?
I feel like I have been working nonstop for the last 357 years. My head is always spinning, or else it gets these weird surges like I've just suddenly been dipped upside-down.
When was the last time I made an entry here? June 1998? Hey, so, how about that Internet boom? Pretty wild, huh? Oh, it's over. Someday, I will do laundry again. No, really.
It's kind of that I have nothing to say, I guess. Or that I'm not working in the office very much, so I don't keep finding ways to fill time when my brain is incapable of working. I just go fall down and sleep for an hour. Or maybe it's that I've been futzing with this damn video card. Editorial note: ATI All-In-Wonder 128 cards are for shit. Don't get one. Or maybe it's something else.
I dunno. I'm just kind of broken.
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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