2003-11-11 / 8:45 p.m.

I like to drive downtown at night. It's exciting and fun. The Sheraton makes me think of Jessica and crickets and I smile.

I'll see you all soon. With beer.

Let's talk about Christmas. If I can't make it or get it at the thrift store, it's not gonna happen. So if I get presents I want cheap ones so I avoid guilt. Bob, you don't get shit, buddy.

I hate Bryan's bosses. I said outloud that I wish bad things would happen to them. He disapproved but I mean it. They totally lack compassion and any shred of human decency; they are bad people, they make him unhappy, they take him for granted and I hate them. Hate hate hate hate.

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