It's dark, but you get the picture (oh, god). The 'Stang. Again.
Too tired to write. Drove over 1,200 miles in the last week. Got an oil change in the Mazda at 7:45 a.m. -- more than wee mornin' to a grad student, to be sure. Had three 16 ounce cups of coffee and a 24 ounce (!) cafe' au lait. Hands shaking. Gotta pee. Head itches. Sweating.
Heard the best "Why did the chicken cross the road?" joke lately:
Some Random Dude: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Thank you.
November 24, 2004
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It's dark, but you get the picture (oh, god). The 'Stang. Again.
Too tired to write. Drove over 1,200 miles in the last week. Got an oil change in the Mazda at 7:45 a.m. -- more than wee mornin' to a grad student, to be sure. Had three 16 ounce cups of coffee and a 24 ounce (!) cafe' au lait. Hands shaking. Gotta pee. Head itches. Sweating.
Heard the best "Why did the chicken cross the road?" joke lately:
Some Random Dude: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Thank you.
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