October 22nd, 2002


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I have not updated in over a week. This is not because I have nothing happening in my life, nor even because I have nothing to say, but because my sales and customer service job at Norm Thompson's call-in center has been eating my brain, to the extent that by the time I get home I have precious little 'niceness' left to share with my wife, much less to use to keep a suitably civil public face on. And, like the nosferatu of the White Wolf lack-of-a-life game (that's true on too many levels) ... my non-public face can be far too putrid and revolting to endure.

Yeah, Penny's a saint. I'm her designated torture.

I almost signed this with my work extension and the date. BAH!