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2001-06-04 - 12:05 p.m.

where's the love, peeps?

so i actually did get up early this morning and work out. i set my alarm for an hour earlier and hit the snooze for forty-five minutes. but normally i hit the snooze for half an hour, so i ended up with pretty good timing. got to work on-time (so to speak).

there was a painting and cleaning crew in the little mini-gym area this morning. i was the only one working out. i think they didn't know what to make of me. they kept watching me out of the corners of their eyes. i just pedalled away and tried to read.

just watched RaioVoiceBoss arrive and kiss his wife goodbye. he's wearing shorts. that clinches it. the next sunny day, i'm wearing shorts to work. i've been holding off because i wasn't sure of the dress code. but i figure if the boss can wear shorts, then by golly, so can i.

i signed up for the diaryland gold thingy today, mostly so i could see the number of hits i get. so far, a big fat zero. which is weird, cause i've checked my page. maybe i don't count. anyways, i guess it's new and i haven't told anyone the url yet, but i was hoping someone would have wandered by.

where's the love, peeps?

i got this free banner ad thing by signing up, so i'm thinking that might drive some traffic. though i'm not sure why i care. i dunno.

i'm thinking the ad should be something weird, maybe mention monkeys, maybe margarine. maybe smog. i dunno.

suggestions are welcome. of course this is assuming that anyone is reading this.

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