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July 2001

I almost forgot to mention

I got to punch an SUV on the way to work. I wasn't the only one. Some of the people near me followed suit. While I didn't actually say it, "I'm walking here!" was the general sentiment.

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The drunk survey

1. Do you drink? Like a fish!

2. When is the last time you drank? Um, does the beer in my hand count?

3. What is your favorite type of alcohol? Guinness, Bombay Gin.

4. What is your favorite drink? Gin and tonic.

5. How much alcohol does it take to get you drunk? A great deal. Five or six doubles.

6. How much alcohol does it take to get you buzzed? 3 doubles, or about 5 pints of Guinness.


Dismal, Dull, and Boring

Blah. I have to write a trouble log for a pilot project here at work. I can't even begin to imagine why there isn't a database for this sort of thing, this is precisely what Lotus Notes was invented for. It used to be called Lotus Support Notes for chrissake. I have a database for this at home. Of course I can't get to it because of the freaking firewall.

"Hi, Michael? Can you jump through these hoops, please? Do you mind if we tie your feet together first?"


Killing time

I am so fucking the dog today. My only concern right now is making this last hour pass so I can get out of here. I just want to go to my favourite restaurant and have an nice dinner then go home and paint. It doesn't help that my immediate co-worker (who is actually pretty cool) is in exactly the same mood.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/64115.html


Hooray

The weather has finally turned. It's not bright and hot and miserable anymore. I'm looking forward to good night's sleep in a cool apartment with the soothing sound of raindrops against the windows. Finally.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/63633.html


Don't care anymore

Ex nihil nihilo fit.

Pardon the stereotypical gothiness of this, but everything sucks. I am, put mildly, unhappy. There are a number of things "wrong":


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