April 2nd, 2002


Please, god, just let me die... or at least bring me a beer...

My phone has not stopped ringing since yesterday morning. For reasons too convoluted with government stupidity to get into, we've had to do a product upgrade that is wreaking havoc on all my sites.

I want to die. I want to die big and take people out with me in firey explosions.

I really fucking need a drink.

This is Clay, how can I help you?
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