February 21, 2002 :: 9:14 p.m.
sock therapy
The tragedy of all tragedies has hit: I can't get online! Oh my. I'm writing this one my dad's computer (the last entry was composed here also). I don't know what's wrong with ours, but it's being a fucknut and it needs to stop. AOL must die. Actually, no, AOL must come back to life so that I can be on my own computer.
Mouth status check: OW. It's not numb anymore, but my gums still hurt in the back and I'm having this weird issue where two of my molars collide in an odd manner and it's most unpleasant. I believe that was a run-on, but oh well. I'm seriously dreading my next appointment, because I will once again be forced to endure the torment I went through today. You see, the filling he's going to do next time is on the bottom, also. I'm scared. I think death by sandpaper would be more enjoyable.
Damn you straight to hell, you sadistic, needle-happy bastard. Hrmph.
I went to Marshall's and bought a cookbook and some fun socks to go with my new sneakers. I usually wear sandals, so socks are not exceptionally prevalent in my wardrobe. The cookbook was purchased because it makes me happy. I don't know why, but I love them. Cookbooks, I mean. I don't cook a lot, but I love to sit and read them, especially if they have lots of pictures. Heh. That sentence would make perfect sense coming out of a three-year-old. Minus the cooking part, of course. Anyway, it was only six bucks, so I got it. I needed cheering up.
I have to start reading something or I'm going to go mad. I finished Memoirs of a Geisha this afternoon, and I don't know what to start next. I seem to be having an asian-themed book marathon of sorts, so I'll probably continue along in that vein. I want to read The Wind-up Bird Chronicle again, but it's somewhere in the depths of my closet (I think), which presents a problem. My closet is messy in itself, but the door to it is also blocked by a mountain of clothing. I don't think I could get in to begin with, much less manage to get out alive. So alas, I must pick something else. Maybe I'll just read my cookbook tonight.
Blah.
back & forth
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