2000-09-05 - 8:40 p.m.

Now playing: Butch Ross' "Selected Works of Friction."

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So I said I'd write more, but I'm tired. Not my normal tired. A pervasive weariness. I need a vacation. It's been 2 months since North Carolina - where does the time go? Heh, what a leitmotif for my diary entries..."where does the time go?"

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I feel kind of weird that other people's diaries that I read are full of profound stuff, but mine is mostly fluff and drivel. It's like my diary has nothing value-added.

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So I had company this weekend. I got to see some friends I don't get to see often and went to a good show in Noho. It was fun. It made for a very relaxing weekend. I was all relaxed Monday night and then had to ramp back up for work. *grumble*

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I finally got around to Dealing With The Evil Pine Tar On My Car. A razor blade scraper and bug 'n' tar remover work wonders.

Well, I think I'm tapped out. Hasta.