A chronicle of mundaneness steeped in irony and pointed realism with no real direction or point and no real defined end-point. Except maybe Tuesday, which Tuesday I leave as an exercise for the reader...
Thursday, July 17, 2003
got off at three today (good), off tomorrow (better), running away on vacation until monday (best)...planning on doing not much of anything...golf and lazing and sadly getting dragged into pool at least once...
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