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I set the book down on the table, reach back, and plant my hand on the seat of the chair behind me.

I lean to one side, than the other, and my back spits out a familiar series of pops. I dont even have to grab onto my fingers to pop them, I just stretch my fingers out and squeeze the muscles in them like...
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3 am is the invention of all time. Or, maybe, the best time of all invention.

A STRANGE NIGHT

Wow. This is the decidedly oddest night I can remember in the sense of being just odd for its OWN sake, not related to anything I or anyone else have done in it. Its punctuation to a really strange couple of days. I know Ive called just about every day strange in recent history (and they have been!), but, again, this stuff...
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For some reason I haven't been able to access the site regulalrly over the past few days. The magic servers must've been hiccoughing.
Anyhow, now let's hear from chuck, who's on scene with all the action. Now to you...

Thanks, Tyler. Down here, people are galvanized. The overwhelmind mood is:

FUCK WORK

Ive made up my mind. Im quitting my job.

Now that the decision...
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I find myself filled with so much disgust and disbelief about the events of the past two days that Im left with little to say. The more I think and talk about it, the more upset I become, so Ill leave it with this little speech:

A wheelbarrow to buy bread? Or, why Im a just a bit disappointed about the events of the second...
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Wow. When I dont write for the space of twenty-four hours, it seems like a whole world of things has happened. Got about twenty thousand things I want to write, but theyre all scattered and disorganized; my minds moving about a million miles an hour. (Im not sure where Im getting all these arbitrary hyperbolic numbers, either.) I didnt end up posting my big 31...
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30 OCT 2300

The first obvious remark is that its been a weird couple of days. I find myself consistently saying that, but it keeps getting weirder. Howabout that. Suppose Im not really surprised, and normal is drab anyhow. It feels like ages since Ive written here, feels like last week was two weeks ago, like today is Sunday and tomorrow is Tuesday, and yet...
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Right now Im in Starfuckers, where Id prefer not to be, but I had to get out of an apartment and this is the only place thats open at two in the morning. Im watching this thirty-something year old guy flirt comically with a this bleached-blonde, makeup-wearing, laptop-wielding, cheerleader type, who seems to be going along with it. Theyre making as if its an intellectual...
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Your head a splode. Yeah, its what I can hear Strong Bad saying. Its about my midterm. The things vexing me, though I KNOW its just a personal headgame. Oftentimes it seems this contrarious mind of mind insists on NOT doing whatever it is that I ought to be doing, but working studiously on something else entirely.

Im listening to a Flaming Lips song right...
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Its seven in the morning, and Im awake. In a life like mine, thats groundbreaking news, especially as its dark and rainy outside. Until that upcoming day when those-in-power decide that the clocks shall be set back an hour, its not yet dawn in Portland at seven. More unique is that Im not only awake in the sense that Im ambling around, Im actually alert...
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Months fly by in an entirely distressing manner. In other news, I've decided to substitute little plastic clicky things for trusty dead trees and ink slingers -- that means I can acually post my journal.

February changed into March... March changed into April, and April gave May and August a miss and went straight on until Semptember.

Until one day...



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