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  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.

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