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Why is it that when I feel horrible (and therefore can't do much), I feel compelled to write in this more than I would if I were busy and feeling good? Is it the boredom or is it an impulse to catalogue misfortunes?
I haven't really done much worth mentioning since my last entry - watched TV (two Powerpuff eps and part of a Japanese movie called Tampopo), ate soup and drank juice and tea, labelled a bunch of videotapes that have been piling up (Being John Malkovich, The Governess, The Pillow Book, magnolia, The Avengers marathon, etc. Did more of the same kinds of things I was doing earlier, and had a short nap.
Bored, boring, and sick, that's me today.
I haven't really done much worth mentioning since my last entry - watched TV (two Powerpuff eps and part of a Japanese movie called Tampopo), ate soup and drank juice and tea, labelled a bunch of videotapes that have been piling up (Being John Malkovich, The Governess, The Pillow Book, magnolia, The Avengers marathon, etc. Did more of the same kinds of things I was doing earlier, and had a short nap.
Bored, boring, and sick, that's me today.