I just sneezed, intentionally, and distinctly heard myself say, "HAHCHOO"

Sex oh sex why hast thou foresaken me?

This might very well be cathartic

I'm going to start a commune bar. 3,000 investors of $100.00 each (mean), although of course $297.01 each (median) would suffice.

I'm hunkered down in my bunker. Don't want to talk to noone, which is good, because this might as well be a private diary. Just today for the first time I acknowledge my Christmas funk. Life sucks, but only for the next couple weeks as I work way too much in a job that is quite frankly beneath me.

It's December 21, 2005. Here I am. Drunk. Stoned. Single. Just finished masturbating. Drinking more. Home alone with dogs.

We have come full circle.

Today is my last day here working for Dad. Then I will be unemployed and working on my business plan. People keep asking me if I'm scared, or excited, or just what emotions have been going through me. Up until now I have answered that truly there wasn't much feeling one way or the other. But today I just feel sheer terror.
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I will be spending at least two hours today purging every last vestige of pornography from this computer.

OK, Dreamweaver time.

I'm in my car with four other people...the only one I recognize for sure is S____ but I vaguely can tell the others in the car are baseball teammates. We are driving down Island Crest Way, which is a street on Mercer Island leading towards my childhood home. It's a very familiar route to me. I drive around a bend and I'm face to face with a huge car wreck that must have happened only seconds before. There appear to be four or five cars involved and the accident is bad. S____ yells at me to pull over so we can assist. I pull over, we all tumble out of the car and rush up to the scene of the accident. As we get near, there is an aid worker there and I guess we ask if we can help because she says "Help? Help what? We're just taking blood donations..." We look at the accident scene and it has been transformed into a makeshift donation station. There are three nurses each sitting at a table with people who are donating blood. We feel stupid and walk back to the car. The scene of the accident and the fear we felt that people were hurt was so vivid that I decided I had to write down as many details of the dream as I could, knowing that if I didn't I would forget the whole thing. So I pulled out a pen and piece of paper and wrote, Island Crest, accident, pull over, oh no people are hurt!, nurse(s), blood draw(?), etc. I figured those notes would be sufficient to remember the dream. Then I woke up and realized I had dreamed the entire thing, including the note taking to remember the dream. That, my friends, is known as "meta".
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My last day working for Pa is May 28.
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Don't forget the Diablo Car Wash! Chevron on Main Street in Bellevue just west of Bellevue Way, all day May 8.

If you get a chance, bring your dirty car to the Diablo's Car Wash Fundraiser. It's going to be in Bellevue, at the Chevron on Main Street (close to downtown, Belle Square, Bellevue High School). It will run all day on Saturday, May 8. I can't promise full frontal nudity (most of the players put the kibosh on that idea), but it's possible that the right size donation to the cause will get you some "extras".

I submitted my letter of resignation at work.

Did that get your attention?

(Lou is doing GREAT!)