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Thoughts from August 5 and 6, 1995
August 5, 1995 My race for developing the mighty computer continues. By all indications, I should be in a small room with pads on all the walls, so I don’t hurt myself. As it is, I have several bruises and cuts on my hands and arms from hitting assorted items around the room. I’m sure…
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Thoughts from July 6 & 30, 1995
July 6, 1995 Welcome to the winter of my circumvent. If avoidance is the spice of life, I’ve had a heaping bowl of that green stuff you get with Sushi. But enough about me. (Future note: This day’s thought was short and sweet. I will just add I am now fully aware the green stuff is called…
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Thoughts from December 14, 1994
I’ve been in a downhill roly-poly spiral as of late. I need some help from above. Yes, I need to paint my ceiling. My theory is it collects dust because of the flaky material from which it is made. (Future note: I’m talking about a popcorn ceiling.) In the words of Bob who works at…
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Thoughts from December 4, 1994
The Diary of Wienie Frank How the funky chicken are ya? One of these days, I’m going to wake up and smell the coffee bean hair balls. Today, I’m looking at my life with a newfound fear. I’m afraid I may be in that well known psychological state known as Laziana (for people from Nebraska,…
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Thoughts from September 3, 1994
Prepare yourself! Brian is not feeling the heights of pleasure or even comfort today. Those who read forth should be convinced of their own contentment and emotional well-being. Life is a big soup and I’m one of the noodles. There is a job opening up at work for a Recreation Assistant. The job pays between…
Thoughts from Life 