Sitting in the dimond T at 2:00 with nothing but a cup of coffee, and a couple
 computers beside me, what else shoud I do?  It seems to engulf me, and I get 
questionng looks from people near me, and everybody who's not.  I had an 
interesting discussion with the clerk abut computers, it was odd, and I think 
he's going to talk to me some more.  Right now he's carrying around a broom, 
but not actualy using it for anything other than keeping his hands buzy.  
There are about 3 waits here tonnit, and about half of the tables are full.  
And I have more computer power at my table, than within a couple miles...it 
feels good.  The funny thing is that both of my systems are running linux.  
Two yuppie kids just walked in, neither of them very good looking, one looks 
like a star football player, and the other one is probably just his dumb, fat 
girlfriend.  And she probably only stays with him because he is the star 
football player.  They coulnd't be over 17 or so, maby 18...but I doubt it.  
Thier the kid of people I would just kill for the fun of it.  completely 
useless, and pointless.  And they don't even have the decentcy to stop staring
 at me.  ok, they finaly did.  They might see it as odd that I can sit here, 
and tye...while looking around the room.  Thier are lots of old people here, 
probably a bunch of retired people road tripping.  Footfuck looked at me again
, I realy want him dead.  Most of the people here are truck drivers, but not 
tonnite.  tonnite thier's a different croud.  truck drivers are so nice to be 
around, they realy don't care who you are, what you look like, or smell like. 
 As long as your willing to BS with them for a while, they love you.  Not the 
same with the older people here, they came with thier friends, family, or 
whatthefuck.  The person waiting on me is cute, but she couldn't be very old. 
 An she seems to be new at this.  the way she asked me if I was done with my 
plate, before I finished eating, and filling my coffee before it's almost 
empty.  Green shirt, small beaedy eles, white jeans, and brown belt.  Plus 
short hair.  Somebody with that discription keeps staring at me, and I don't 
know why.  but it's not an evil starte, its just like That's odd I wonder why 
he's here.  and he's very tired, and has a headache.  I wish I could help him.
  Stupid fucks everywhere, I hate them.  But I hate about 95% of the populatin
 before I meet them.  footfucks girlfriend is ordering steak...discusting.  
and footfuck is ordering a cheeseburger, wow, how imaginitive!  you can get 
them at mcdonalds far cheaper.  the only 3 good things about this place is 
24hour food, high quality gas, and cheap coffee.  Cheap coffee is the major 
thing that draws me here.  I'm using about 120 wats of thier power.  But 
nobody seems to mind, or notice for that much.  Another refil.  fuckball's gf 
keeps staring at me, I wish she whould stop, she's ugly enough to steralize a 
bull that hasn't been properly laid in a good year.  Speaking about getting 
properly laid, I havent' been in quite some time either, but I think I've 
reached the point that it dosn't matter anymore.  The stress stops building 
after a while.  The transfer canceled again...this is way too timeconsuming 
of a process.  my thier holding hands.  I pitty them, no, they don't even 
deserver the steel inprint of my boot in thier face, so I don't pitty them, 
I loath them.  and she has a ring on her finger, wonder if that means that 
thier ingaged?  the place if clearing out fast, and that's good.  it is late. 
 nobody seems to stay long here but me, I see people from all walks f life 
come and go.  Where they come from, nobody knows, and where they go to, who 
cares.  I so much want to get my gun, and blow fuckball's face off.  he's 
annoying me.  I should get a job, but if I did that I would have to get up, 
and go to work on a pretty much daily basis.  and I can't do that.  Maby I 
can get a job with the paper, writing articles.  I can tell current news,  
All I would have to do, is sit there, and watch people, and tell what's going 
on...what I'm doing now.  But i would have to exclude the stuff that's going 
on inside my head.  and I coulnd't talk about killing people near as much 
(fun though it is).  Thier are some people in this world whois are only alive 
because it's aganst the law to kill them.  I wish my keyboard made more sound 
when I typed, just to annoy people even more.  The human poluplation annoy's 
me to no end,  fuckball is tired...and he probably has school in the mourning.
  they haven't said a word to each other, they just hold hands, and she kisses
 his.  more like kissing his asss.  yow!, they said somethine but only when 
the food arived at thier table.  How silly.  I bet fuckball's paying for it, 
with his dad's checkbook or something like that.  as soon as they get maried, 
8-9 months later his gf is going to be pregnent, and soon after that they will
 start to hate each other.  what the hell is wrong with america today?  I hear
 that question way to often, america is fine, it's just the people who live in
 it that are a problem.  but it the world was filled with people like me, it 
would be an interesting place to say the least.  since I' very random in my 
actions, and don't give a shit about most people.  A world made up of people 
like me would not survive very long, nobody to watch, since everybody would be
 busy watching people, and nobody to make fun of, because you can't make fun 
of somebody who's like yourself.  BUt we would have the best typing speeds 
ever!!!!!  That's one of the only bonuses.  The video camera here is 
positioned in a silly way, it can oly see the foodbar, and not many of the 
actual tables.  I could strip naked right here, and the camera would never 
see it.  I alwyse sit at this table, and plug into the outlet.  Nobody has 
ever questioned me for that.  Although I'm shure they would if I plugged in 
where the camera should be...If they even noticed me pluged in there.  
fuckballs gf is ansi, she can't stop twitching her legs.  She must me realy 
proud to have fuckball for a Bf.  I wouldn't be.  but she's probably not any 
smarter than he is.  I bet if I asked them to tell me what 255 was in binary,
 or hex, they would just give me a dumb look...cuz they are dumb.  Those are 
easy numbers to convert.  FF, and 11111111 very simple.  but most people don't
 see it that way it's base 10 or nothing for 95% of the population Another 
thing that pisses me off, is that most of the tech support I do is for win95, 
or other microsuck programs.  why don't they use something that actualy works?
  that's because people are dumb, they don't want to know how the computer 
works, they just want it to do thier lame ass shit.  I see myself different 
in that way, I want to know exactly what it's doing at every moment, and 
still be able to run my lame ass shit, and a lot of cool ass shit.  fuckface 
has his wallet out, and it looks like it would be unconfterbul.  It's about 
the same size as mine, but folds in the center, and it's not even chaned to 
his body!  He's just asking to be robbed.  They are sharing cheze stix.  
Another evil dary product...never understood that.  Restart the transfer 
again.  I never figured out why I was doing the transfer in the truck stop, 
but who cares.  Ok, time to compress the HD on my new notebook...she says it 
taist's like chicken, of course it does, chicken dosn't taiste like anything.
  Because they feed them shit to make them grow realy big, realy fast, now 
she's questioning him, maby they will break up tonnint, I hope so, I only 
wish for those two to suffer, as they make me suffer by being near me.  I 
want them to die, I realy do, not some quick painless death, no too good for 
them, they must die in a very slow, and painfull way, oh, their leaving 
finaly.  oddly enough though, somebody who is killed very quickly is just as 
dead as somebody who you spend several hours killing.  but i'ts considerably 
more fun to spend the several hours doing it...Thier's more satisfaction in 
it, and a feeling of a job well done.  it estamates 2 min to compress my 
drive, but I doub't it will succeed in that amount of time.  I't's rebooted 
twice now...ouch I made a silly error, nothing too bad though.  I forgot 
that my linux swap shows up as a partition under DOG.  and it couldn't 
contine because D: was taken.  Dos sucks.  It's writen porly, and it's 
also a cheeap version of unix that was badly done.  Creating compressed 
drive, again.  suck.suck.suck but I will then be able to mount this old 
notebook in my van, and have PCmiler on it, and have my server in the back 
when taking a trip.  to play kewl music, and such.  Ok, it's actualy 
compressing now.  finaly, and it should take 20 min or so.  I've been here 
for an hour or two, probably closer to two, but that's ok, because this place 
is open 24/7, and that's the way I like it.  Who knows why they do the things 
they do, I don't, and I don't realy care.  As long as it does not directly 
involve me, I don't give a shit. And most things don't involve me.  unless 
they have something to do with sports, then I must destroy them, because just 
that kind of stuff going on anywhere near me vialates my rights as a human 
being.  Even though the right of a human being are nill to none, you could 
list them all in /dev/null without lousing any data.  I could just store my 
life in /dev/null, and it would not matter, since my life has almost no 
bearing at all on anything else.  But that's the problem when you actualy 
think, you see all the shit that's going on, and you decide not to be part of 
it, and thusly don't give a shit, and nobody likes you.  Well, we won't say 
nobody.  I've never hated somebody who's honestly tried to be nice to me.  
Ok, copying telix over now...If I actauly used disks, it would be much easyer,
 but not nearly as much fun.  a 20 meg partition, a 40 meg, and a 16... now 
how's that for fair? It would be nice if you could make simbolic links with 
NT 4.0 server.  but all you can make is shortcuts, and those work fine if you 
click on each icon one at a time, but they suck if you try to use them as part
 of a path name.  Another of microsucks' greatist follys.  I'm gonaplay 
pinabll for a min.  Back form playing, I got a score of like 19 million or 
soemthing like that.  Pretty good I think.  I don't play that game very much, 
costs too much.  I spent about as much $ on that one game as this one 
bottlemless cup of coffee.  Thier going to mop soon I think, I should leave 
then to save my body.  Bloody keboard interupts the fn key on shit.com dosn't 
wrok under linux...and I don't know why.  I need some more coffee, I realy do.
 No, I'm not addictad to anything, cept breathing...i I could stop that, I 
could stop all the other things people consider habbits.  I'm half temped to 
go sit in the econofoods parking lot, and document everthing that happens 
there.  It might be interesting.  I might get beat up again, but this time, 
I will fight back.  The first time is a freebe, because it luls the person 
into thinking they can do it again.  And when they do it again, I rip thier 
balls off.  or whaterver else is handy.  Taking karate class was not usefull 
at all.  it taught me hot to fight clean.  In real fighting, thiers no rules.
  Nothing at all wroing with breaking a chair over the asalian's head.  And 
definltly nothing at all wrong with taking a gun out of the asalian's pocket, 
and blowing thier head off with it.  A silly person in here keeps complaing 
that she's fat, she's not bad sized, could stand to louse a bit, but shouldn't
 realy pay anny attention to it.  she looks like she has just kept the extra 
weight from having a child.  And that's not all bad.  I realy need to convence
 auriel that she needs to start working on the sounds for the play, she realy 
does.  She will start today.  and if she dosn't, I don't know...I can't do 
both lights, and sounds for this play very easly.  The comment she made, 
about me getting the stuff that she's borrowing back when she turns 18 seems 
odd to me, almost like an opening line to something else.  But I try to keep 
that out of my mind.  Even though it intrests me quite a bit in this case.  
I don't know why it does.  I'm being ignored now, it sucks, I need coffee.  
I need coffee.  I've been out for a bit now, and it's not good.  denise plans 
on moving to florada this winter, I don't know why, what's in florada, but 
high rent, and taxes.  rent here is cheap, and taxes are cheap, what else can 
you ask for.  Do your time, pay your price, and start over, I wish I had said 
that.  But somebody else did.  That's one thing I have a very hard time with. 
 Comeing up with origional material.  It's much easyer to take what somebody 
else does, and make it better than to create your own.  If I run into that 
guy who jumped me again, he's going to be sorry.  Or dead, or worse.  and 
the van that just pulled up looks like his. or not exactly his, but the van 
of the guy who picked him up.  I'm not shure if the guy who piced me up was 
doing me a favor, or him.  He seemed to not want to stop beating on me, but 
as soon as he realized who it was was eger to get in the van.  And the way 
that it drove off pissed me off to no end...I should have hopped in my van, 
and chaised it down.  And fucking crushed it.  Now, thier talking about 
fettish's.  And asking me look it up.  They are nice people.  They asked me a 
question, and are talking to me like a normal person.  I appricate that very 
much.  Now thier commenting on my 'puter.  I don't think they realize that I 
have 2 on the table, that are turned on.  But thier dumb.  not actualy paying 
attention to what I'm say not caring.  More coffee....finaly...Milking cows, 
that's sick.  at 4:00 am, that's just wrong.  I hope he tries to slaughter a 
renagade cow, the kind that just won't die, nomatter how many times you slam 
a sledge hammer into it's skull, the kind that has a bloody stump where it's 
head should be, the kind that rams what's left of it's spine through his belly
, shearing him.  I am shure I'm sick, I keep gaging like I'm going to barf, 
and the feeling stays for a bit, then leavs...and then comes back again.  I 
wish I could stop it.  I wonder if I'm depresed or something.  just lack of 
something usefull to do.  I realy need to find something usefull to do.  I 
realy do.  because I'm bored.  And when I get bored, I get into trouble.  And 
I have to go to the bank in the mourning.  I realy have to.  And I must check 
in at comp.etc to see if they have the right sim in.  They gave me a bloody 4 
meg sim when they should have given me an 8 meg one.  so I'm stuck with 12 
megs of ram.  and that's not enough for me.  I bought this system with 16 
megs, and it works fine with it.  Very cool, I can't remember her name, but 
she's my favorite wait her, she's very nice, and smart.  Kina depressed, but 
most intelegent people are.  It's realy late, I think I'm going to finish my 
coffee, and put this on my webpage