"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
By Tuesday I am fading; and by Wednesday I can't sleep.

Eating beef jerky for breakfast is pretty awesome, though not something I want to do regularly.

Getting no sleep last night was not awesome. The sheets my mother sent me for my birthday, however, are pretty awesome.

Coming in and having a drive I was working with last night, before turning the machine off, and having that drive dead, is not awesome at all.

Watching NTFS compile is about the most entertaining thing ever, whereby "entertaining" I mean it's like punching myself in the nuts every two minutes, to commemorate a percent formatted.

Except for Adam and Sophy getting back into town tonight from their honeymoon, I can't think of a single thing I have to look forward to today, except going home and sleeping.

(Whoever guesses where the post's title is from gets to cockpunch me for being a big pussy.)

September 15, 2004 8:10 AM

ASHLEE SIMPSON you filthy teen pop-tart lover. she's hotter than her sister, but i'm sick of these young girls playing the "punk" card.

Posted by: shady at September 15, 2004 1:30 PM
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