New years eve, 1999! The end of another crazy millenium. Spent the evening talking to my pal Skink on the phone. He lives just down the street from me, but, being crazy, he doesn't like to leave his house. He won't let anyone in, either - including me. Germs, I think he said. Doesn't like the germs. I told him phones generally carry germs, and he hung up rather abruptly.

Well, seeing as I had nothing else special to do after talking to Skink, I flipped on the TV and checked out the goings on around the globe. All the crazypeople of the world celebrating the end of the Millenium with fireworks. No one will notice the A-bombs going off if there are fireworks happening all over the place! Perhaps its for the best.

Cracked a glo-stick I'd been saving since Xmas, amazing how bright those things are. Turned off all the lights in the house, then turned 'em on again when I began tripping over stuff. Ooh! Time to get down to the bomb shelter. Well, its only my basement, but there are lots of bags of sugar down there. C'mon A-bombs!

-CG.