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What a weird, stupid day

02 Feb 2001

I don’t know why it was weird. Maybe it was some sort of sympathy-vertigo for the pyra folks or the industry at large. Maybe it was that I went to bed a 8am and woke up in midafternoon. Maybe it was the way all my devices behaved abnormally: the phone kept dropping calls, IM was flaky, my web server apparently became a sentient being and installed its own cache server. Maybe it had something to do with not going outside until almost midnight. I had a lot to get done today, and I didn’t. I keep feeling like the sun is shining on my shoulders, but then I realize it won’t be up for a few more hours now.

And why does the roof of my mouth hurt? I didn’t drink anything hot today. Weird.