10 November 1999
11:15 PM: More fleeing early, drinking late, time she fly. Bye time. I got paged 4 times the other night, a new personal worst. But of course I did, I had company, didn't I? Yes I did. Lola is about the last person I would have ever expected to see inside my apartment, or to have anything interesting to say about here. We'll see if the latter condition gets met. Heh heh. Rub evil through hands briskly and shake.
Got about 1000000000 CDs yesterday. Barely even started going through them. Will have more to say later.
Ack, network dying. Hello yes I am live. Dear Diary: Today I got older again. Make it stop. Thank you.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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