169th day sober. Besides listing Ebay stuff, I went to bed and started reading "All The Little Live Things" by Wallace Stegner. It's only story #8749594340949857489 about how hippies and deadbeats make everything worse. There's a reason they're hated; hate takes some energy and time to maintain and the fact that hippies and druggies and deadbeats are hated means their behavior is a continual replenishment of that hate. It's good to hate the smallpox virus; it's good to hate a hippy.
I am reading more books because I miss my old book-reading days, and because when, not if but when, the internet becomes untenable it'll be good to be at least mostly weaned off of it.
I woke up around 4 maybe and slept some more because I felt like it, and then woke up and finished the book. It was now 9:30PM and it had been raining. I put some more metal junk out for the bums and it was interesting all night in that, at all hours, there was bum activity. 1AM, 3AM, 5AM, didn't matter. There was some bum prowling around and what may have been a bum-ess dealing/buying drugs or turning tricks.
On the radio just now a guy who worked for Microsoft since DOS 5.0 and founded Zillow said, "The web's been around what, 9, 10 years?". It's been around for over 25...
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