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16 December 1999


6:48 PM: Solved my multiple-party problem last night very easily - I didn't go to either of them. Now I'm sitting here at work, and I really should be going to the company party down the street, and I can feel my skin temperature climbing. Anxious much? Naah.

I'm gonna have dentures, I just know it. The 21st Century and I can't get artificial teeth? I want my money back. I want my time back.

Tried running the heat last night so it wouldn't be so damn COLD when I get up in the morning, since it felt like that was contributing to the almost-flu I've been dancing with this week. It worked on that score, I suppose. Drawback was that after getting paged at 8:30 AM and working for a couple hours, I fell back asleep and felt like I'd been mugged - crazy hotair fever dreams, total paralysis, the whole summer-napping-in-the-sun package. If you don't have anywhere to go that day, or week, that's fine. Not so good when you're supposed to get up and go to work.

"Hush", the one-off new episode of Buffy last night, was just fucking brilliant. Like a specific refutation to those who've been saying that the series had gotten all weepy and soaped-up, losing its edge of weird spooky humor. If you didn't see it, badger someone for a copy. The premise isn't complicated: everyone in Sunnydale loses their voice, trouble ensues, bad guys must be fought. But what happens to the characters - what they can't do, what they find they finally can do - is where it gets delicious.

Well, maybe they'll have beer at this thing. Better go.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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