Get The Ball
12 August 1999
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Get The Ball
12 August 1999
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7:41 PM: I am hereby declaring this to be The Week That Time Forgot.
My PC here at work is dead. Yesterday they unplugged me to move me to a new desk - away from the Vent! - and no sooner was I reattached then the entire network kerbloowd. There is no air in my bedroom and I can't seem to wake up. When I do, there is no reason to. I'm exhausted and I've only been here 4 hours. I still haven't got my passport.
It is not my happening but it freaks me out anyway.
Did finally go hang out with Mary and her four large and extremely rambunctious dogs yesterday. Fun, went to Dog Park, walked for a lot longer than I noticed, watching the dogs run around and splash in the Bay and the marvelous mud. Dogs have very brief and succinct agendas. They're not dumb. Well, they are, but not about that. Bark.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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