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  • Food.

    I had thoughts today. None of them were very interesting. I stopped by Susan at her work after I finished my work. That was interesting. We talked about…. writing. Now I’m writing in my blog like Susan does only I’m not telling you about my cats. I have no cats, but if I did I’d tell you about them.

    The Sun Went Down And Now I’m Blind!

  • I ate ice cream and now my right ear hurts.

    I made up a song today when I got home for work:

    I’M TIRED AND HUNGRY
    HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
    I’M TIRED AND HUNGRY
    HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
    HOOOOoooooooo…

    My ear hurts.

    Now my knee hurts too a little. I’m just going to go to bed so at least I will be warm.

  • So I was reading my novel, the one I’m writing, and in once instance I use the phrase “preposterous presumtion” all contextually correct and everything and I almost fall of my chair laughing.

  • So has anyone noticed… no probably not. Anyway. They’re playing all Jane Austen on Masterpiece Theatre lately (only now it’s just called “Masterpiece” only no one will know what I’m talking about if I call it that) and only the supremely red-headed Gillian Anderson hosts it. I’ve been crying every week I see it. All she does is talk a little bit about Jane Austen at the beginning and I guess it makes me just a little too emotional. The best part is that at the start of her hosting monologue she gives us a title, usually the theme of the story, followed by a short pause, so that we know that it was the title she just said. So very tut tut.

  • I got a new shirt but it is for someone with cleavage and so I had to sew it together a little bit. It’s a nice shirt. It’s blue!

    I’m not sick anymore. Now I’m just coughing because it’s fun. *_*

    It was Saturday yesterday and I thought about having maccachee but I didn’t. I’m having it today, though. There is a problem in that I have no salt (I’ll buy some later this aft.) and that makes it a little abnormal from how I like it.

    Edit: actually, this is how I used to make it, in those days before I realised that salty things were good things. I have Italian seasoning, and I used to use basil and thyme or whatever looked interesting. Very similar!

  • I’ve worn four different outfits today and the day isn’t even over.

    Now I’m wearing “writing pants.”

  • I’ve worn four different outfits today and the day isn’t even over.

    Now I’m wearing “writing pants.”

  • Lindsie is phoning home.

    Dad: Hullo?
    Lindsie: Hello!
    Dad: Hullo?
    Lindsie: Hello?
    Dad: Who’s that?
    Lindsie: Lindsie!
    Dad: Lin-di-see? I don’t know a “Lin-di-see”
    Lindsie: Lindsie! Your daughter!
    Dad: Oh Lindsie!

  • Hi. I’ve taken to eating ice cream right from the carton because it tastes better. I live on my own now so I can do as I please. That’s all. Bye.

  • I am not yellow.

    My sweater with the diamonds isn’t really argyle, I don’t think. My *argyle* sweater is argyle, with the lines tracing through, like they do. I decided not to wear the argyle tomorrow, choosing instead the blue, plan blue, but I can still change my mind.

    The only problem with pigtails is that I can’t wear my hair any other way for the rest of the day. Any other way, like, “down”, due to hair creases across my head. Slicked them back pretty well today though and so they lasted, no real particles falling into my face because I used ever so much hair jell this morning.

    I have American Idol on mute. I can’t tell if it’s a chick or a dude there on stage. I’m going to unmute and watch something else.

    Chick or dude? Chick or dude??