2024-09-14

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+I'm 21 years old. The first time I purchased alcohol, legally, I.D. and
+everything, I bought a bottle of Smirnoff 90-proof. The second time, I bought a
+bottle of something else 100-proof, then some 190-proof Everclear and got a
+nip of the same 100-proof for free because it was so close to my birthday. That
+was cool. I got blackout drunk for the first time while playing Super Monkey
+Ball 2 with some friends on a borrowed Wii and broke a martini glass and
+sprained my thumb - 14 shots or so. We had 2/3s of a bottle of vodka. Swell.
+
+I have to do some work for a gig - accepted only in LaTeX. I don't know LaTeX.
+I only have time to do this by tomorrow. Fortunately a friend does know LaTeX.
+Its resources and I are giving myself a crash course tonight.
+
+So I have my trusty OpenBSD KVM booted up as Raspbian is a piss-poor working
+environment (mysterious libc issues).
+
+# pkg_add texlive_base
+
+I don't know what I'm doing. I hope this gives me enough to get started. It's
+2326 local time. I popped a caf pill. I'm sitting on the floor, on my sleeping
+bag, using a cheap keyboard in front of a bright monitor otherwise in the dark.
+This feels like the old days - though I can't call them good. Perhaps soothing.
+Listening to In Rainbows. How many times have I listened to this album in the
+last 16 years?
+
+I can't paste with this keyboard as its shitty little trackpad doesn't have a
+third button. There are errors and I'm sysupgrade(8)ing to see if that'll fix
+them.
+
+
+/blah/2024-09-14.html
+
+If you write like you're writing poetry, you're doing it wrong.
+If you write like you're writing prose,  you're doing it wrong.
+If you write, with your opinions,        you're doing it wrong.
+If you write  with your opinions         you're doing it wrong.
+If you write  in   your opinions         you're doing it wrong.
+If you don't know what to write          you're doing it wrong.
+If you do    know what to write          you're doing it wrong.
+If you write like someone you've read    you're doing it wrong.
+If you write like nobody  you've read    you're doing it wrong.
+Blah blah blah.                                 Do    it wrong.
+
+I'm stuck in a state of permanent pleasant melancholy. Autumn is my favorite
+season. I've been away from Maine damn near a year and I told everyone there
+I'd visit inside of six months. I think my old roommate Scott is dead. I've
+been waiting for the bus here for half of forever. The wind rocks me every time
+a car goes by.
+
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@@ -1106,6 +1157,8 @@ chair outside our intact, red door. I could feel the blood leave my face.
 
 Behind me, Tracy gasped as she found us. The man stood and looked me in the
 eyes. His irises were gray.
+-
+"Hello Jo."
 
 
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