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*Some* of you seem confused about what a *blog* is.  So I thought I'd 
just post an excerpt from mine.  Of course, I'm probably not doing it right.


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Monday, March 3, 2003
Well, another day, and what a day it is?  Arose at 2PM, a little earlier 
than usual, but hey, life's an adventure.  Shambled out to the 
mailbox--bills--piss on'em.  Tiger was hungry again--I don't know where 
that cat puts it.  I, swear, he eats every day.  Not much on the tube, 
since they cut the cable off.  Shit--where did those four hours go?  The 
last thing I remember, I was playing Tetris and then, I wake up staring 
at the ceiling--drooling on myself and wondering if it was morning or 
night.  That's a freaky feeling.  I'd better get something to eat--oh, 
and Fuddy and his brother Duddy, need some more crickets.  Fuddy's green 
today--that's good--he was brown yesterday.  Down to my last Ding Dongs. 
  Hope mom comes through with the cash, soon.  She bitches about me not 
getting a job--like I'm not trying--sure!  Besides, I'm a 
writer--DAMMIT!!!  Now comes the big choice--I guess I'll watch "Bill 
and Ted's Excellent Adventure", again, tonight, instead of my other 
movie--or what the hell, maybe I'll make another double feature night.

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Tuesday, March 4, 2003
Up and at 'em!  I'm feeling ambitious today--I'm going to get started on 
that novel!  In fact, I might even take a shower.  Mail--no check 
yet--c'mon, Mom, what the hell's the deal?  Shut up, Tiger, I know 
you're hungry, okay?  Not the voices again--go away--I'm trying to stay 
positive today.  The anoles are brown again, and the crickets are 
running short.  SHUT UP!!!  Go away--dammit--go away, damn voices! 
Here's the beginning of my new novel.  It only took--what--six hours and 
I like it so far.  "John was not feeling good.  He had been hearing 
voices all day, and the voices were telling him he was a loser."  You 
know what they say--write what you know.  Time for a movie--"Bill and 
Ted's Excellent Adventure."  I swear, that one never gets old.

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Wednesday, March 5,2003
Paulo can't write today.  Paulo is a loser.  Paulo can kiss my ass!  Ha, 
ha, Paulo!

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Thursday, March 6, 2003
Bad day, yesterday.  The voices are definitely back.  Damn it, Mom, I 
need some money for medicine.  Oh, never mind, the check's in the mail. 
  You're the best, Mom.  Showered--found some other clothes that didn't 
stink as bad as the ones I had on for the last--oh week, I guess and 
went shopping.  Ding Dong's for me, cat food for "Tapeworm Tiger" and 
more crickets for Fuddy and Duddy.  That's my job in life--the provider. 
  I rewrote the first sentence on my novel, but didn't like it, so I 
threw it away.  I need some inspiration--I think I'll watch "Bill and 
Ted's Excellent Aventure", again.

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Friday, March 6, 2003
Another week of hard work, I'm really looking forward to the weekend. 
Fuddy is starting to freak me out.  He's not really saying anything, but 
I'm beginning to think he's romantically attached to me.  When I feed 
him his crickets, I could swear he's undressing me with his eyes.  Of 
course the voices keep telling me I'm nuts.  Called the movie store and 
asked if they had another used copy of "Bill and Ted's Excellent 
Adventure."   The smart-ass, there, said I already had two copies, and 
wanted to know if I had some kind of a fetish, or something.  Piss on 
him--did it ever occur to the moron that maybe, just maybe, I might want 
to watch three movies in one night, sometime--duh!  And besides, I think 
one of my copies of "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" is starting to 
become stretched--I'll pay close attention when I watch them tonight.

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Saturday, March 7, 2003
Okay--I'm not nuts--Fuddy *does* have a thing for me.  I don't want to 
hurt him, so I need to somehow let him know that I don't share his 
feelings, for me.  Duddy seems disgusted by the whole thing.  I hope 
he's not just jealous.  Why does life have to be so difficult?  At least 
that glutton Tiger only thinks of one thing--food.  That's right, he was 
meowing again, today--demanding to be fed.  The voices are beginning to 
disturb me.  Lately they've been suggesting that I kill myself.  Mom 
called--she said I should get out more often.  She doesn't understand 
that I need solitude to create.  DAMMIT--I'm a writer--how many times do 
I have to tell her that?  Good news--I found *two* more copies of "Bill 
and Ted's Excellent Adventure"!  So, since it's Saturday night, I think 
I'll celebrate with a four movie marathon!

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Sunday, March 8, 2003
Sunday's are great--I get to sleep in!  Well, I blew it with Fuddy.  I 
tried to be careful of his feelings, but I tripped all over my own 
tongue.  He doesn't show it, but he's inconsolable today.  He ate the 
same amount of crickets that he usually does, but I think he was just 
putting up a brave front, for me.  The voices keep laughing at me.  I 
sure wish I knew what the hell, they think, is so damn funny.  I hate 
Sunday evenings--I just dread the thought of going back to work 
tomorrow.  I guess it can't be helped.  I think I'll watch my movies. 
"Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" always makes me feel better about 
life.  Okay, Tiger, I'll feed you--just shut up, okay?

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Paulo Joe Jingy