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Sept. 11, 2003
11:13 p.m.

dear diary: tonight i am writing an entry in my diary.

so, apparently there's somebody who lists me as a buddy in this world, as his or her name is "pigeonholed". i would insert a link thereunto, but that's the problem: the diary of said person is locked and i haven't got the key.

also: holy crap, i got 57 page views from 11 unique hosts (that's a lot for me) on the ninth of september. i wonder why.

so, today i saw a guy i knew in high school, a fellow musician, i.e. band nerd. he is a fairly well-known guitarist about these parts and is actually making money playing music right now (and it's music he likes, too). i saw him while i was working at arby's.

oh yeah, he's working on his master's degree right now.

so, anyway, i mentioned how i am playing guitar in a band (because he knew me as a bass player, that's progress right there), and am learning computer networking, and oh yeah i got a four-track and am recording people, send people my way if they want to make a demo.

i felt pretty good about it. i'd still rather avoid the situation altogether.

so, i had the diary reviewed a while back and it was suggested that i draw up a bio page -- i.e., who i am, where i am, my circumstances, etc. now, i think that this is a good idea, even for myself alone, but it will also take some effort, so what i'd like to do is get the audience to convince me to do it.

what do you say, audience? talk to my dear old guestbook or, if you are diaryland-enabled, leave me a nice little note.

(you know, i always clamor for attention like this, and it never works.)

so, i'm tired and it's late (not entirely by coincidence), and i am done downloading the piles of downloads i had to (i.e., wanted to) download (on a side note, i hate it when people come into arby's and exclaim that they "need" sandwiches and large curly fries; i'd like to see someone be refused their curly fries and subsequently cease to exist), and so (yep, still in the middle of a sentence -- reread it if you need to) i think that it's time for bed. nighty-night, don't let the west nile-carrying mosquitoes bite.

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