Wednesday, December 05, 2001
|7:06 AM|
Apparently I fell asleep in my clothing. My legs are bruised from sleeping on my keys and my knife. It's way too early to be awake, for me. I'm going to wander around, check email and read. Wait, shoot. I have to start getting for work. Oh son of a gun.
I'm looking for a clue. Has anyone seen it? I seem to be without a clue.
No one is dead. No crime has been committed. No one needs to be arrested. I dreamed that I was in a grocery store and that they were robbing me. They wouldn't let me leave with my groceries until I paid for 124 modems, a tattoo removal, and a party catered by Barney. "Highest profit margin sale EVAH!" Said the sweet old lady, filled with audacity, robbing me.
So no DNA evidence is required, no suspects need to be interrogated, no hair follicles need to be put under a microscope, but still.
Clues are needed. Ship all clues and clue related products to me, please.
Poor lampshade. She may want us to laugh at what life throws us, but I'd rather catch it dramatically and whip it right back at life's head.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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