2001-12-28 | 6:41 p.m.
a really bad joke

this is something i heard on tv at about 2 this morning: “some of my friends, i see them put their pastry bags in the dishwasher. i cannot believe that.”
-martha stewart

oh, martha. you’s crazy.

this is part of the song stuck in my head today (“day job” by dhc):

“i stare at the clock.
it doesn't move, no, not at all.
the work day is so long,
like a night of insomnia.

"sometimes the days seem so long.
i wish my boss hadn't taken my bong.
sometimes the days seem long... so long.

"so I shut my eyes and fantasize
about anything that 'll come to mind,
the more perverted the better.
i shut my eyes and fantasize about all the
really horrendous things I could be doing.
i shut my eyes and fantasize.
there’d better be more than this.
is this a really bad joke?
i could be out right now doing all the really
horrendous things i've been imagining.
it couldn't possibly be so boring.”

a very fitting theme for this day. i’m totally relating… ‘cept the bong part.

this is something i said to a customer today: “logging on viss ze netvurk is fine.”

i have no idea where it came from. i guess it was some kind of an accent slipping in, but it didn’t sound like any of the languages i speak.

it’s been a long day.