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July 7, 2003

- Drunk, stoned...
Most of my afternoon was -------- no, let's start over.
Most of my afternoon was shadow of spectral images of my bosss.
She's an angry one when you - can you get fat surrunded by bacon grease in the air? - get her mad.
And today's (I feel it sapping into my skin) assignment can only end in failure.
MISSION: Deliver a newsletter to a printer. No problem. Give Alvin this envelope and ten bucks.
WHAT'S IN THE ENVELOPE: Bridal shower games.
WHY IS IT A PROBLEM: It's because it's me. I have troubles with small, easily accomplished tasks. That is why I know I will fuck this up someway.
But, I've said too much.
Oh, glum.
I spend the evening checking and rechecking that the bridal shower games are safe in my car. Away from flies, rain, steering wheel apparitions, and nuclear apocalypse.
It's something to do.