Surrender.
OK. My archives have disappeared, and all the usual stuff is not bringing them back. Definitely time to call it a night.
April 17, 2003
Wired and Tired.
Sorry, nothing tonight. I worked late, had to make a stop on the way home to pick up a formal shirt for the upcoming nuptials, and what little time was left before bleary eyes and brain fry set in was spent with Sgt. Steele. He sends his gott-damned regards and hopes to see you “friggin’ dim lights†soon.
