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i'm just fine with an ordinary kind of day

{warning: the following entry makes absolutely NO sense - remember, you've been warned).

It smells as if something has died near my desk. A small furry animal or perhaps a tuna fish sandwich.

Who knows? I bring neither small furry animals nor tuna fish sandwiches to work.

I have searched high and low for the source of the offending smell. But no luck. Im afraid someones going to walk by and think the smell is coming from me.

You know: that damn Shivers girl shes all stinky again..

Im not going to be able rest until I figure it out.

Came into work early this morning early for me, at least lately. Now that GBs back at work it means we must navigate around one another for time in the bathroom which means I have to either get up early or sleep in late. And as much as I love sleeping in late well, you know, I do have a job that requires showing up at a semi-decent hour.

I stayed up late last night working on my Web site wasnt tired by the time I finally made myself go to bed after a glass of wine that only took the edge off my computer geekfest.

Now I am tired and headachey. But Ill get over it.

Maybe.

More fun with stats trackers: I have one on my personal Web site of course. And the other day someone from GBs new work not GB nor his office mate / best friend read several pages of it. Now GBs new place of work is sorta the hipster place in town to work. Which means who knows who the fuck is reading it.

I mean its OK its not anonymous just a bit weird.

THEN someone linked to my site and through a bit of my paranoid investigative work I realized it was the band mate of someone I despise.

Only the link seemed nice and friendly enough.

OK, so whatever.

Stop being so weird and reactionary right?

Right.

Maybe I need more meds.

Yes, that must be it.

Myra-Lees entry today really struck a chord with me.

As did the quote I found via her page:

via this page:

"Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd." -- Voltaire

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Every time I am certain about something it only seems to come back and kick me in the ass

Doubt is . Damn, what IS that smell?

Maybe its the doubt.

I better quit while Im only a few miles behind.

10:15 am - 08.06.02

sounds: Archer Prewitt - Three
words: Real Simple magazine (ha!)
i am: sniffing things out

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