february the fourth , two thousand one



i started writing this twelve days ago



i've never really kept up a journal before , except fer this one . but you already knew that .

i'll admit to feelin a compulsion to posting here . but , please think of the long pauses between posts as a commercial in yer favorite episode of " whose line is it anyway ? " , cause thats what i think of it as . . . long pauses .

to recap :

in the last month , i've eaten more chicken fried steak . than should be allowed .

i've neglected to clean up the homestead to the point where the e . p . a . keeps leaving nasty , threatening messages on my answering machine .

the previous was written on the twenty - sixth .

in frustration of the c:\rappiness built into win ninety - eight , i formatted and installed win two thousand , cause , where else am i going these days ? . and i have just too much software to ditch windows entirely . though , let me warn you if you do decide to " upgrade " do so carefully . win two thousand professional is not ready for prime time . even after two service packs . in short , ruts abound , like so many inverted potholes on the path to expression , creativity and frivolity .

i miss those days of frivolity .



you can mail me if you wanna , but i just hope it isnt important .



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