Sunday, October 14, 2001

Distant Memory

It's Sunday afternoon. I'm comfortably exhausted. Right now I should be doing things relevant to my job. I'm not. I'm not going to. I'm going to sit here and write 5 minutes of worthlessness.

I hung out with the Boxer on Friday. Went to a decibel. Drank saki and green tea. Sleeping samurai. I wore my white button down shirt open with my hairy belly.

I finally got glasses. I don't like them really, but they'll do until I buy a pair that I am more comfortable in.

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