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  TypeTypePAUSEThud

18 May 2000


10:01 PM: Didn't stay too long at Bondage last night. They moved to the ground floor of the club, I guess to try to get more people in or something, and they changed the music mix at the same time. Now it's nothing but nonstop Euroshit dance music that's vaguely "industrial" enough to pass. It's crap and the exact opposite of the kind of music I might want to dance to. Same, that.

Much much MP3 making today at work. Soon I will have all my CDs in my own actual apartment. Which does raise the question, where the hell am I gonna put them? But why think ahead, I say. Never done it before, no reason to start now.

Not much else to day other than that. Sarah came over last night to catch up on Buffy - she'd been out in the Midwest, being her mom's Mother's Day present. Awww. Various mergings and demergings and other things unpleasant to see continue apace in the financial world. I got my brand new pocket umbrella, that was cool. About the size of a eyeglasses case, folds out at least as big as those cheap short ones you can buy at Walgreens and the like.

OK, now this one is doing it too. I refuse to type anymore on such a shitty network. Stupid primitive century end already!!!




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

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