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  All The Time Eating

9 March 2000


7:28 PM: Fuckles. I wanted to be at Rashomon right now. And I'm working instead. Stupid sense of responsibility. Well, this is the payback for piddling away so much time for the last week and a half, I guess. Damn it. Plus someone is making popcorn.

MRB Report: Chocolate Raspberry Fudge
Intense name. Something vaguely scatological about its appearance as I unwrapped it, not worth dwelling on. At least it smells kind of like raspberries. Kind of a hint of a flavor of some sort in the actual eating. Otherwise much like the simple Chocolate flavor. The flavor is a drawback, I think. I would get sick of these much sooner than of the plainer types. But these might make a nice once-a-week treat.

Lots more people are quitting. Lana gets paid $100 an hour to write Perl. As Xander put it, "We're dumb." I have the feeling I've said all this before.

Oh, oh, and, this morning, I had a dream, that I went to a bar, and it was, like, 10 in the morning, and I had a beer. That's, like, bad, huh?




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

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