January 05, 2002 :: 5:24 p.m.
silently, stealthily, the hippo stalks its pray
My tooth is starting to hurt. I called my dentist, but I got a recording. I have to call back on Monday. Fucknugget. If he would have just filled the damn cavity when he was supposed to, I would have this problem.
Joe called. I'm probably going to go over there later, if I can scrounge up a few bucks for gas. I don't know what we'll do, exactly, but anything is better than being stuck in this house. Maybe we'll do yoga or something. God knows I could use a bit of physical activity.
Ho hum. I wish I had a movie to watch. I do, actually, but they're all in my closet, and getting into my closet is a Herculean task. Oh well. Sir Joseph just called me back, and we're going to Applebee's for dinner. Yum. Stir-fry and apple crisp. *drools*
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