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Wed, Aug 08, 2001 09:41PM -0600

Why the particular subject line? (Besides the possibility that I really a stark raving lunatic?) Well, see, there was this dream I had about being in a rock-and-roll band. Yes, I've been trying to keep a journal of my dreams and as you'll notice, I haven't been very good about it. I've certainly had more dreams than two since January. I suppose, though, that some things are better off never seeing the light of day. But I've never been one to take good advice. (Sometimes I think it's a miracle that I continue to exist.)

I really don't want to screw with the Form of this site too much. All I really want is a place to stick all this deranged Content. (I mean, I know that only two-and-a-half people read this. I figure this is mostly for my personal enjoyment. I know I find my wild ravings and rantings quite amusing after a couple months.) In any case, I know I should put some toolbars up, or some sort of update indicator to make this place more amenable to any would-be readers, but I'll wait until my two-and-a-half readers complain about how difficult it is to navigate through this bullshit.

But, yes, I've been slowly but surely updating my summer playlist slowly but surely, and should probably put up a permanent link somewhere.

Blah. I'm tired of meta-narrating. So what happened today? Absotively, posilutely nothing. Oh, I found Ursula K. Le Guin's translation of the Tao Te Ching at Barnes and Nobles today. I actually did get some studying done.

Oh, sure, there are a multiplicity of thoughts running rampant through my head right now, but there is a time and place for everything, I suppose. I'm a changed man. Things don't stick any more, for better or for worse, and it's getting easier to believe that the world isn't all that crappy most of the time. Anything bad that happens is usually transient. Of course as I type this, I'm knocking on wood, but even three years, six years, isn't forever, I suppose, and that's the longest that a crappy situation has ever lasted for me. Of course, the six year thing still really hasn't ended, but it's definitely not as crappy as the three year thing, and I could probably let this six year thing make it all the way to nine years without any major problems. But I'd rather it not. Oh well. Out of my hands.

Sorry. I love being cryptic, if you can't tell. Only I know what I'm talking about. Hahahaha. I suppose this is the reason no one ever listens to me.

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