Uh, Nothing's Here Anymore
17 February 1999
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Uh, Nothing's Here Anymore
17 February 1999
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5:08 PM:
What a fucking idiot. I just wrote now-Today's entry in this-Today's file. I thought I might have a copy in my cache but no.
I have no idea what it used to say here. Nothing very special or interesting. This is The Year of Killing Time, and all of these entries are really mostly for my own interest. I always seem to find my own words fascinating, no matter how trivial or dull, especially after the passage of time.
Don't say you weren't warned.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
© 1998-1999 Lighthouse for the Deaf. All rights reserved and stuff. The motto at the top of the page is a graffito I saw on Brunswick Street in Melbourne. | ||||
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