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May 13, 1999
The fun thing about posting a quasi-journal on my Web site is the realization -- obviously -- that I never know who's going to be reading it.
Buddies? Ladyfriends? Potential employers? Mom? I have no idea, except when someone drops me a line.
I therefore have two choices: I can edit my thoughts, or I can brazenly post what I want and see what happens.
More often than not, I have opted for the latter. And more than once it has bitten me in the ass. Perhaps it's time to edit more heavily.
But then, that would spoil all the fun.
May 4, 1999
Man, I have a lot going on at work these days.
It's good to be busy. But I need to get to bed earlier. I just don't have the stamina to stay up late and crank out 10 solid hours at work the next day.
Frankly, I don't know how my boss does it.
May 3, 1999
Don't ask me how the craps table treated me Saturday night.