5 November 2001 - 10:17 p.m.

I'm feeling better. Nothing like taking the day off work to replenish the soul and restore the health. I am, however, out of Triscuits. Such is life.

I wrote my 100th entry earlier today. Unfortunately, that entry sucked.

Worse still, this entry is no improvement.

I spent a great deal of today trying to figure out what to get Gus for Christmas. I looked on amazon.com, figuring that if they have Earth's biggest selection, as they claim to, I have no trouble, even though Gus is impossible to buy for. The Impossible to Buy For section of Amazon's gift wizard is not very helpful. It just assumes that they guy who has everything has everything that's cheap and therfore needs expensive gifts like chaise gliders and clocks that tell you all about the phases of the moon. The latter would be a great gift if I were dating Gus' dad, which I'm not. Duh.

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