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...
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
She's just jealous I read faster than her and she has a ton of reading to do...oh, well, I figured she'd be happy I quit floppping in front of computer every night..
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