mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mourning, and feeling somewhat alone. It is Sunday morning. Well, technically, it is afternoon. But it still feels like morning to me. It is a little after noon, and I have been at work for seven hours. Three more hours until I get to go home! Woo-Hoo!! Naked time! No. Not really. Stop smilin'. Actually, home has been incredibly boring lately. I ran out of money and couldn't pay the cable bill, so it got whacked. The cable, not the bill. Even though I spend 40-50 hours a week watching TV at work, I really enjoy coming home and watching what *I* want to watch. I like slumping down on the couch, unbuttoning my pants, and sitting a la Al Bundy. And you wonder why I exaggerate sometimes on this diary to make it sound interesting. George Harrison is dead. It's kind of weird. I was born three years before John Lennon was killed. When I was three, I didn't give a flying patootie about who John Lennon was. Then, when I started to listen to other things besides "The Care Bares Sing" and "Pac-Man and Friends Sing," I realized who the Beatles were. Many a night, while listening to their CDs, "Man... if only John Lennon didn't die, they would get together and make a new album." Then I considered the possibility that they could get a lot done with three Beatles. Because I thought there would always be three remaining Beatles. I didn't realize they would all sooner or later die off. Now there are only two Beatles left. No chance in hell they will now go on a reunion tour. Well, until they are all in Heaven, I guess. I wonder if God automatically gets backstage passes. Am I the only:
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