August 2001
| 1 | Ah, well, there's your lesson, boys and girls: Never, but never fight a 7th Sea Villian one-on-one. |
| 2 | I must have been dreaming pretty strongly to have gotten so confused, but I don't remember dreaming. |
| 3 | Please, Br'er Fox, don't throw me in that briar patch! |
| 6 | Two days until my vacation. Two days until my vacation. Two days until my vacation. Two days until my vacation. Two days until my vacation. |
| 7 | It's astonishingly boring. Not to mention mildly frustrating. |
| 20 | At least I'm not feeling so terribly, awfully tense about things anymore, which was, to be honest, the whole reason I took the vacation in the first place. |
| 21 | If I'd thought about it, it would've been an interesting experiment over my vacation to stay up all night and then write this entry while struggling with a severe lack of sleep. |
| 22 | I'm just a great big pile of duh today. |
| 23 | I now have 87 songs - nearly 400 megs of MP3s - sitting in my shared music directory, most of it completely new to me. |
| 24 | Snippets, then... |
| 27 | "That's what I was afraid you'd said," he grumbled. |
| 28 | The power was off and the gods were grumbling amongst themselves as they stomped back home. |
| 29 | It put my bad day in perspective. |
| 30 | Which is not to say that I won't bitch. You'll just have to take my word for it that it's a much happier bitching. |
| 31 | Well. Yesterday could have been better. |