(diaryland) December 31, 2002 - 1:19 p.m.

Hey, kids. How's things?

I am at work, by myself, pissfarting around whilst getting paid for it, as per usual.

Tonight I am going to see Dead Moon. I'm not going with anyone else. Neil Hamburger will be performing. I know his thing is to be the ultimate crappy comedian, and part of the whole Neil Hamburger experience is to boo him, but, well, you know. He's BORING.

I guess I will be standing by myself in the beer garden at midnight, watching ten billion flannel shirts yell happy new year at each other. Schweet.

Hey, kids. I can hit golf balls fifty metres now.