It's Alive
20 May 2002
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6:41 PM: Dzien dobry! Hello. Oh it has been a while, hasn't it?
Busy busy busy. Too much work. What's been going on, hmmm. Let's review.
- I'M QUITTING!!!!!!!!!!!
At long bloody last, too. I'm leaving my full-time wage slave job at Mumble Mumble International Corporopolis to be a full-time perpetually-broke entrepanooer. Sort of. The Madfish Group got a big enough gig to make the leap. It's totally rad.
Even though it does mean that for the moment I'm sort of working two full-time jobs at the same time. But then I never really do half as much as I tell people I do, so that'll be OK. Oh, whoosp, I probably shouldn't say that here, huh? Eh, nobody reads this anymore. Hi Sis!
- I went to Poland again. It was very nice. Only a week, and no exotic new cities. Just a four-day weekend at a cabin by a lake (well, "lake") (and "by" == you can walk there) out in the Polish countryside. There was a little town where we could go buy rolls and yogurt, and a restaurant right nearby for the eating. All we did was lie around, swat mosquitoes, eat, sleep, and play Ping-Pong. No cell phones, no computers, no instant messages. It was amazingly therapeutic. My feet even returned to normal size (they had gotten all Elephant Man on me from sitting in this chair and not drinking, thus not having blood thinned out anymore).
- I don't do anything anymore. I don't go to concerts, I don't go to movies, I don't read. I barely have time to watch Buffy and Batman - I mean, Angel. All I do is work work work. And fuck about with this bloody computer.
See? Nothing much.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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