2004-04-24 around 12:08 a.m. Passing the time

I smoked with Zim-dib and Tank Girl. It's like being drunk on whiskey, without the drunk.

Tank Girl was trying to find the Cure song on the Magic Dance Mix CD. But none of the one's on Zim's computer. So now we're listening to David Bowie. Which is always good listening.

Unfortunately Zim does not feel capable of writing our story part. And I'm not going to try to tackle that on my own.

I should go, my thoughts are all flow-y and wandering.

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