self-archaeology

Here's an old entry I found in a .rtf file today. I think it was from the Monday or Sunday before Election '04. I don't see it in my lj archives. Wow, that sure was delusional, huh? For your enjoyment, mockery, and sorrow:
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"When your friends they do come crying
Tell them how your pleasure's set up on slow-release...

Saturday night and early Sunday morning were quite fun, to the point of dangerous hilarity, thank you my dear friends! Sunday's loss to the Giants was depressing.

Monday morning's revelation that my favorite vote site Electoral-vote.com is run by the inventor of Minix, is kind of like a geek trifecta or something. Tuesday's day off is going to be terrific and Tuesday night is going to be even better when it's revealed that a hundred million agents of sanity stomped those fascists back to the rocks out from under which they crawled. I expect Wednesday morning to be a gift, like waking up from the dead, like Kevin Kelly. I can't decide if I should go drinking, go party with the Eastlund campaign or hole up in the house with a blanket, a bottle of wine, and a prayer book, prepared to run to the nearest church and SING when we cast the smirky chimpster into the outer darkness.

...You're weightless, semi-erotic
You need someone to take you there
Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way?
Why can't we just play the other game?
Why can't we just look the other way?"
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Well, that's a depressing find for a Friday, ainnit?