2001-03-12 Monday :: 3:01:49 pm

There's a tall, impossibly skinny British kid in the copy room having a hard time with the copier. I've noticed him around before. Eyes big as saucers.

He's in there right now going "bloody hell," and "piece of shite," and "bollocks."

I'm trying to imagine what brought this guy from England to cube life in New York. Then again, he might have had a cube life in England, too, I don't know.

For my 100th entry (which is one entry away) I'm having a party in my guestbook. You're all invited. Come over, come over!

I've got a raging fullblown headache.
I've got love on the brain.

These two may not necessarily be mutually exclusive.

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