Well, I think I am back in the whole again. I think I even regained my sententiousness. It’s been a rather lengthy period, but now I can finally write with that profound high-soundedness that was absent from my brain for awhile. I slept with my contacts in last evening, and I have been doing that an awful lot lately. I can feel the lenses gradually adhering to my eyes. They are also becoming much thinner, so it’s becoming increasingly more dangerous to remove them from my eyeballs without grave damage to the actual lens. I believe tonight, I will take them out and hope that they will not dissolve in my palm.
Category: Corpus
Take a Proustian journey through my life vis-à-vis the words I have published to the Internet over the last four decades.
May 24, 1999
I woorked hrad dis weekende. I worked so hard, I can’t evin spel enithin rite.
May 19, 1999
Today is my birthday. No birthday kisses from anybody. Oh well, maybe next year.
May 17, 1999
Well, I am writing this on Sunday, but I am acting like it’s Monday. Today, I watched the Talk Soup Weekend Wrap-Up for the third time this weekend. It’s fortunate that E! reruns that show ad infinitum, otherwise, somebody might miss it; and we can’t have that now, can we? Also, I watched Norm MacDonald do a stand-up routine, and I noticed that he can be powerfully unfunny, and you can never fully understand what he’s saying. It’s like he’s “Boomhauer” from King of the Hill, but instead of being from Texas, he’s from that place Norm MacDonald is from. Also, he kept mispronouncing the word “garage.” He kept saying “gar-aj'” as opposed to “ga-razh.'” In essence, not the funniest man alive. That honor has to go to Jon Stewart and his writers.
May 12, 1999
I have an AP Calculus test tomorrow. I think I am going to cry. When do grown men cry? I read somewhere that they cry over their beer; I don’t drink beer. I drink Mountain Dew.