2004-07-15 I am Randar, of the Bush people!
I've mentioned this before, but: There is a very special pain reserved in my head for work. Maybe it's the lighting. Maybe it's the computers. Or maybe it's the room full of screaming 15 year-olds.
Fortunately, I get off soon. Nevertheless. Ow.
Also, I need to eat. I've only done that once in the past day or two. Whoops.
One of these days, I'll have something poignant to say, and no one will hear me because I mumble too much.
P.S. I'm really fucking tired.
11.45pm
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An adventurer is meee!! Kingdom of Loathing is really cute, and pretty easy to get the hang of.
Also, anything that uses meat as currency gets my vote.
The party the other night was fun. Had a great time, got a couple good quotes out of it:
"I don't like beer. It tastes like Bad Childhood."
and
"Oh, it's one of those couches that turns into... a broken couch... oh..."
We went out to eat at the Hamburg Inn when it opened (6am), found some great graffiti, and just wound up shouting "I am RANDAR, of the Bush people!" It was really, really funny at the time.
Still is.
Slept for a few hours, ran my errands.
I made plans yesterday to go to the poetry slam -- actually, almost plans. I said "might." "Might" with me always means "might." I didn't go, and wound up hanging out with a new-ish friend of mine, nicknamed Dutch (due to his knack for falling in love with dykes), real-named Brett. Nice kid. We played video games.
I've been finding that it's really hard to not bother keeping a normal sleep schedule. I still feel compelled to get up at an ok time, even when I don't get to sleep until too late.
One of these days, I won't be tired.
My life really hasn't been that interesting as of late. I'm just tired.
Of waiting for yoooouuu.
9.34pm
