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Saturday, June 30, 2001
There's a party going on. Downstairs. I should probably be there, but I'm just killing time up in my room, at the computer. I slept in until 2:30pm today. Friday, June 29, 2001
machine-gun syncopation of typewriter keys drowns out the babbling nonsense of background office chitchat. I'm lost in a dead memory world peopled by faceless GAP-clothed co-workers who quite probably don't even exist anymore. I can't remember their names, anyway. Repeated blinding light of the photocopier spewing out 65 copies of a four-hour meeting agenda, while the failing flourescent light over my grey cancer growth lab cubicle flickers with the wild unpredictability of a schizophrenic strobe. Thursday, June 28, 2001
To all those of you who were asking me about Thundercats Porn, it can be found here in the section titled "Jab's Area." I linked to the site's front page, rather than deep-linking right to the Thundercats because the site explicitly asked that I not deep-link.
Well, I'm back. I was in Toronto to go to court again today. Kept a lookout for riceboys on the trip down. I was supposed to plead guilty in exchange for my expedited freedom, but it didn't come to pass, as the crown was unable to confirm if the complainant wished to file a victim impact statement, and if so, where that statement was. The officer in charge of the case was, as per usual, not in the office or available by phone, and neither was the complainant, so I got to waste a day traveling into and out of Toronto, as well as $500 in lawyers fees in exchange for sweet fuck all. For the past 9 months, I've been legally required to show up in court every two weeks, on pain of a bench warrant in my name. And the bloody complainant doesn't even have the decency to make herself available on the (supposed) day of resolution? This is such utter bullshit. I came very close to calling the whole plea-out deal off today, in favour of taking this sick carcass of a case to trial and forcing all those who've made the last year of my life such a fuck around to justify their asinine actions against me. Wednesday, June 27, 2001
A neutrino is fired from a particle accelerator, and it strikes another neutrino at a force not great enough to free it from the confines of the atom within which it resides. The second neutrino vibrates at a sickeningly beautiful frequency, elastically bound to return to the confines of the atom.
Where is this thought leading? Did you know?George W. Bush, having a been caught driving drunk in his youth, would have been automatically turned back at Canada Customs last time he visited, if he hadn't recieved a special minister's permit allowing him to enter the country despite his criminal record.
Well, it's getting later in the evening now. Just made some nachos and watched some pot TV. Trying to convince myself to clean my damn room. I'm back in court tomorrow, perhaps for the last time, so I suppose I should be feeling some sort of elation, but I'm not, only depression and regret. I suppose I'll feel the elation tomorrow, like I did the day I got out of jail. I wasn't feeling very "up" on the night before that release either.
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