Some how, I managed not to FTP today’s pic along with all the others, so it was a little embarrassing when I pointed the previous post at it, even if only temporarily.
I’ve now been told what I was raving about on Friday night. Apparently I was obsessing about the fine buttocks of a girl I used to know who went by the name of Fraggle.
Boy, was I drunk. I mean, they were nice, but I’ve never admitted that to anyone before.
Daily archives: March 20, 2002
Blogger was having issues yesterday, here’s the pic.
The Eliza Effect is going to start jumping around the plot soon, as I write scenes as and when I think of them.
Lacking inspiration, and in an effort to find out how and why I was shafted last year, I’m thinking of playing the Data Protection card on my old department to see what they release to me. I expect to see lots of e-mails asking why I couldn’t be in two places at once, doing the impossible before it was requested.
Bitter? Me?
You bet.