2004-10-04 - 9:40 p.m.
That entry about the drunk old guy where I go on about the no-sit guy being a dick, I feel weird that I wrote about it. I hate complaining. I do it but I hate it. It gets you nowhere. It takes up too much energy that I could use elsewhere. It's fun complaining sometimes. But I try not to do it too much. It's like eating movie popcorn. It's good at first but then halfway through the bag there's a wall of dullness. Sort of like the law of diminishing returns I guess.