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Feb. 22nd, 2001 12:35 amI managed to sleep through the dryer delivery, but IT IS HERE NOW. I have been doing laundry all evening. I washed my blanket and my favorite pajamas and my comfy sweater. This bliss is not comprehensible to someone who hasn't been hauling their wet clothes to a laundromat every week or two since April. It sticks out more than six inches from the wall, so creative measures are being taken to keep the cats out of that conveniently cat-sized crawlspace.
My stomach is upset. I am not at all socially acceptable tonight. I smell bad. This is very distressing to me. I could have slacked around in pajamas all day but instead I put on clothes, a pair of pants and a pretty periwinkle-blue v-neck tshirt, to make myself feel a little more human.
I watched part of the Grammy Awards (bleh, tho I did like the Moby/JillScott/BlueManGroup performance, and the Nneena/Take6 performance), and part of Ed. Everytime I watch that show my mom goes on about how cute the actor is and how I should go marry him and blah blah blah. Then I say, "Mom, he's an actor," and she says, "Oh. Yeah. I guess not, then." But the whole conversation repeats itself every week!
I have to spend the rest of the evening working on the data transfer between this computer of L's and my own. I'd rather be Napstering while it's still running, but I really need to get this done.... hopefully it will work tonight!
My stomach is upset. I am not at all socially acceptable tonight. I smell bad. This is very distressing to me. I could have slacked around in pajamas all day but instead I put on clothes, a pair of pants and a pretty periwinkle-blue v-neck tshirt, to make myself feel a little more human.
I watched part of the Grammy Awards (bleh, tho I did like the Moby/JillScott/BlueManGroup performance, and the Nneena/Take6 performance), and part of Ed. Everytime I watch that show my mom goes on about how cute the actor is and how I should go marry him and blah blah blah. Then I say, "Mom, he's an actor," and she says, "Oh. Yeah. I guess not, then." But the whole conversation repeats itself every week!
I have to spend the rest of the evening working on the data transfer between this computer of L's and my own. I'd rather be Napstering while it's still running, but I really need to get this done.... hopefully it will work tonight!