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It's 11:45, and I was hoping it was 11:15
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Sunday, 07 March 2004
I'm looking up right now at the clock, and am sorely disappointed to find that it is 11:45. This means that, somehow, I've lost half and hour of my life, assuredly doing something not worth it. I will never reclaim it.I was wallking down the street yesterday (the one between my house and the end of the street) when I found a discarded pamphlet professing the glories of Christ. What interested me was it's title: "Jesus Christ: Fact or Fiction?". How am I supposed to know? But then I saw the subtitle: "Find out!" So, hoping that the pamphlet would tell me, I discovered instead that answer was always fact, even when evidence was hazy, like "Was Jesus the Messiah? If you ask the bible: yes!" It seems to me that the Bible would be the <em>last</em> place you'd look for an unbiased opnion. I mean, come on people, it's not like it's suddenly gonna say (H/h)e wasn't!
Because I ran out of toilet paper, I had to use that page instead. (I'd been using restaurant napkins in the interim.) Its glossy finish was particularly unabsorbant, as if I were just using a spatula to discard a brown, smelly amalgum from my anus. Worse, it didn't exactly flush down the toilet. Having never bought a plunger, it remains in the bowl undisolved. Now the water bears a very dilute brown color.
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