Sometimes I feel like writing about things in a non-musical fashion. This is where those things end up.
Saturday, June 01, 2002
At around 5 A.M., Scott woke me up. Scared the crap out of me, too. He was wearing a protective suit. He handed me another one and told me to put it on. Said there'd been an accident in the basement lab. I just knew something like this would happen. Those guys in research never sleep, even on holiday.
Thursday, May 30, 2002
Wednesday, May 29, 2002
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