Gobble Gobble Hey!
26 November 1998
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26 November 1998
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12:41 AM: Very sleepy. Being brief. A fine traditional holiday, spent dyeing my hair green, eating Chinese food and going to see the two Fong Sai Yuk movies at the UC. Went a little nuts with the hair dye, and not enough of a protective coating of Vaseline around the edges. It's sloppy. But, eh. Redoing the color in time for my trip to my Mom's house tomorrow is one of those ideas that sounded good ahead of time.
Bus leaves at 9 AM tomorrow, oy. I have to start getting ready around 7. Question now is, when and how much to sleep between now and then. Being nocturnal is kind of a drag when you get mixed up in this human interaction stuff. BART was creepy again tonight. I think it's not just the elevated track, it's the whole atmosphere of the car. I forget how much more suburban the East Bay is. People are deeper into their own homogenous communities, there's more overt hostility. Stupid cars, that's what does this. And it's too empty, too, late at night. You wouldn't think MUNI would ever feel safer, but to me, it does. By and large, that is. But hey, drive-bys happen.
This chow mein is OK but it's way too wet. Too much popcorn again tonight. Nervous-oral-finger substitution I suppose. 9 AM. Bleah. At least I get to leave early. Hope there's no crying child with a bladder at critical mass on the way home. Not that it's the child's fault, but two hours of screaming can be wearing. The damn thing is, there's not even going to be all that much food tomorrow. Oh well. Maybe something good will be on Nickelodeon. Let's hope. The TV will be on the whole time whether anyone's watching it or not. I'd like to see some documentation proving I'm related to thse people.
Well, I could sit here and type whatever random crap comes into my head for a long time, but I won't.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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