October 4, 2004


  • October 4th, 2004.

    Sleep interrupted by strange and horrible dreams. Heather kept beating me at Parcheesi, and acard game based on Instant Messenger windows. Something about a gig, too, perhaps. But my brain’s too addled to pick it apart from reality. Today I need to work on Symbiont’s website as well as my own. I’m pretty pissed off…