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19 August 1998
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Vacation day.
I could just write something here and pretend that I wrote it on the 19th. I could, but that would be wrong.
In fact, I spent the whole day (day?) reading, after a small shopping expedition. So I think I'll just skip right to the today that was tomorrow on this day.
"I deeply regret that."
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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