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  Double Dare Ya

26 October 2000


9:40 PM: Seems like every time I get into this form, the cursor locks. So we'll see now. Is it the culprit? Oh, the excitement.

Hey, that didn't take long. Fuckles.

Anyway, I don't know. I was having nightmares all night/morning/sleep-period. I woke up thinking vaguely that I needed to remember to describe here that really important thing I had seen. But dang if I know what I was thinking about now. Probably nothing real.

Because as far as I can think of right now, there's not much to say. Halloween is coming and I'm not ready. The energetic Portugese intern is leaving next week. We've got only about two weeks left to finish the book and it's making me crazy (cf nightmares).

Oh hey! The cursor unlocked itself!

Wow. I'm gonna stop right here, as an act of appeasement. Just call me Neville.




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

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