blank - Thursday August 19 1999    

It's not often that this happens, but I feel like being silent, not saying anything by not writing anything. I have nothing to explain, nothing to describe, and nothing to rant about that I haven't ranted about before. My head is full of its usual perversities interspersed with lines of VBScript. I'm not happy, but I'm not sad either. I'm a little repressed, but I can take it. I can survive through this comfortable if overwhelming pressure. I know I can turn off the relentlessness of my environment any time I choose to. But for now it's I'm lazy enough to give it my all.