What is it about Sunday afternoons that just make me want to go to sleep?
March 23, 2003
March 22, 2003
I slipped coming up the stairs and riddled my hand with splinters. That was unpleasant. So I spent the last 10 minutes meticulously cutting my hand open to get them out, since salt treated lumber doesn’t feel good in the skin after a day or so. That was definately not the hightlight of my day so far.
March 21, 2003
March 20, 2003
Free hors devours in the wolves den and Alpha Zeta line dancing in the brickyard. Maybe it’s not that bad of a day after all.
March 18, 2003
“War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling, which thinks that nothing is worth war, is much worse, the person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”
-John Stuart Mill, 19th-century British philosopher and economist
March 6, 2003
The electricity here is soooo unreliable. I can’t remember the last time I shut down my computer. Typically the weekly power outage is enough to provide a reboot. I’m going to be gone next week. SO THE POWER BETTER STAY ON! I’m tired of restarting Prime95.