2004-01-06 - 11:52 p.m.
What does a man sit and pound out at his keyboard late-ish in the evening when he's back from the evening's festivities and ought to be sleeping but isn't? What, hunkered down at the sort-of-typewriter, fingers poised, does he tell the world on his little web site? Does he think "big thoughts"? Does he contempate plenum? Does he contemplate void? You know, and "stuff"?No, he does not these things. He does, however, link you to the new GYWO strip posted a week ago that he learned existed only short moments earlier. He updates you all, still in the third person, about the creeping death that is his head-cold, that will simply not let up and is among the main reasons for his somnial struggles. He whines about this a little, and then he heads to bed, wide wide awake and sniffly, and bids you all a fine night indeed.
