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...
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
not much going on, work is more crazy than usual and i'm beat because i've slept like crap as of late...i hate low pressure/high pressure flipflops....kills my joints...and i flip flop all night...
No comments:
Post a Comment