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Bummed beyond belief...~Oct. 19, 2002~ I really wanted to see Bogie again, but I never got through on the number he gave me. And I don't even know if it's because it was turned off, out of service, or what. The damned message was in Italian! So I'm not going to get to hang out with an old friend that helped me out during a rough time. I'm not going to have any philosophical debates while throwing darts and drinking bourbon. Bah! What a joyous end to a wonderful day. *spits on the ground* JC is still AWOL. I have this feeling that he's gone. He breezed in, and breezed out. I'll miss the annoying little bugger... And, as if that wasn't enough, my nap time sucked hard due to a negatively active subconscious. Damn thing dredged up the nightmare again. Which means that for the next couple weeks, my sleeping will be shot all to hell. Wondeful... Did you miss something? Check and see... |
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