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...spiralling in constant flux, what have I created?...

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Virgil and I talked over coffee for a few minutes about Diablo II and I offered to let him borrow Baldur's Gate 2. I tried really hard to enjoy BG2 to no avail...I think I played it for six or seven hours, and stuck it in my locker to collect dust. He asked how much it cost, pulled out a fifty dollar bill and said that he wanted it. I tried to get him just to take it...but he insisted on buying it. Anyhow, after walking around for four days with ONE dollar in your wallet and not wanting to spend it due to the delusion that if something came up that one dollar would actually help, fifty bucks makes you feel rich. Just an observation. I think I'll have a decent meal when I get off work...something besides butter and sugar on white rice, gardetto's, or rice a roni.

What a long and boring day. I actually fell asleep at around eleven this morning after having a fine meal of rice-a'goddamn-roni...I woke up at one p.m...."why?" you may ask...elephino. Two hours...wee. I awoke, looked at the clock, said a few appropriate words, and tried reading myself back to sleep. Interesting article about John Daly. Bored, not tired...felt blank. A guitar magazine. Did I even comprehend anything I read? I flipped through my tablature binder and refreshed my memory on a few songs. My fingers were clumsy and my pick felt like a five pound brick. I watched Pitch Black on dvd again and was actually pretty entertained. Not sleepy. The clock was mocking me. As the sun began descending I closed my curtains to make my apartment darker. I put on Pitch Black with the commentary by Vin Diesel, Cole Hauser, and David Twohy...that's how bored I was. Matte's insomniacal tendencies, take 2...action! I turned off all the lights, turned off the television, and listened to the audio through my home theater as I imagined the movie and the scenes they were commentating. I don't know if I was dozing off, but the phone rang. Hi mom! I wasn't bothered since I haven't talked to her in a week or so...talk to you later, mom...click. I tossed and turned on the couch, trying to fall asleep, and listening to the movie. Vin Diesel at one point actually said, "the whole concept of talking over a movie is pretty retarded." It was sort of interesting, but mainly consisted of one of them saying, "oh, I love this part." at any given time. After it ended I went into my bedroom, took a flying leap onto my bed, and almost bounced off the other side. I think it was about nine-thirtyish when I fell asleep...my alarm went off at eleven. I groaned, hit snooze, slept until eleven-thirty...scrambled to get to work on time, but made it five minutes early. Here I am. Loooong boring day, the end...or is it the beginning of long boring day, part two? Phaawk.

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Sargent D is coming, and you're on his list! Hahahaahahahahahahahaaha!


The question is: Is oki really afk, or was it all just a dream?

Oki-1|afk> coffin sleeping might be comfortable.
Oki-1|afk> I never understood why people make such elegant coffins.
Oki-1|afk> esp, since all that's going to happen is that the body is going to decay
MatteBlaq> =)
Oki-1|afk> you know?
MatteBlaq> ding!
MatteBlaq> winner here!
MatteBlaq> if you want
MatteBlaq> when I die
MatteBlaq> you can take me to a taxidermist
MatteBlaq> and make me a coat rack/hat rack/ashtrayholder
Oki-1|afk> that would be freaky
MatteBlaq> conversation piece...
MatteBlaq> etc.
MatteBlaq> sit me in a recliner...
Oki-1|afk> and wrong...
MatteBlaq> put an ashtray in my hand
Oki-1|afk> dude...
MatteBlaq> throw things at me.
Oki-1|afk> I don't want to be humped by a dead guy
* Oki-1|afk peers around.
Oki-1|afk> hell for that matter
MatteBlaq> it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Oki-1|afk> I don't care to be humped by a guy at all.
* Oki-1|afk peers around.
MatteBlaq> and then it'd just be a little harder to see dead matte in a chair with just one eye...
MatteBlaq> but still fun.
MatteBlaq> hrm.
MatteBlaq> where am I?