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2000-07-03 Uneventful day today. For a lot of people, today was a holiday of sorts, but for the unemployed like me, every day is a holiday. Lots of fireworks set off today. There must be a forest fire or soemthing near here (I heard there was one, but I'm not exactly sure where it is), because the entire valley was covered with a grey, smoky haze today, and everything smelled like it was burning. Ashes were also falling from the sky -- it was like the plague was about to arrive or something or other. I got to overhear cranky old men today, all talking about the state of the world. It's always nice to hear people say that anyone who disagrees with them politically is a "foe of representative democracy." It was even better to hear someone go off for thirty minutes about the new addition to one of the restaurants downtown. "It's not productive enough," I heard. "Things like that just encourage people to not work and spend too much of their time fooling around. Something better needs to be in that space, like a boot shop." Like there's not already a boot shop, just a few doors away. Song I heard twice today: "Institutionalized," by Suicidal Tendencies. I haven't heard it in years, and, all of a sudden, twice in one day, on the same radio station. Hot today, so I indulged one of my rare desires something which falls into the food category of Sublime Crap: a cherry limeade slush. Yum. It hurts my teeth just to think about it, and hurts my head when I drink it. I'm going out of town tomorrow for the Fourth, so I don't know when the next entry will be. I can't be away too long, because someone's got to water the lawn and feed the dog. |
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