February 23, 2003 :: 8:45 p.m.
the little entry that couldn't
Oh, wonderful. There's the perfume. We all know what that means... Goth Boy! Color me excited. I has planned to come down here and read while Adam is doing his Up A Tree thing, but so much for that. I can't read while they giggle and straddle each other and watch crappy TV in the pitch dark dungeon that is currently my bedroom. Grr.
But we didn't have to walk to Eckerd this afternoon, which sort of makes up for the suckiness of tonight. Because it was freezing and windy as a mofo out, so walking the FOUR MILES each way (I thought it was only two...) would really have been unpleasant. We ended up calling AAA and having them come jump the car, and now it seems to be running fine. Stupid machine.
Hey, Adam's back. That was quick.
I don't have a whole lot else to say tonight, unfortunately. Not much happened, you see. We came back from the drugstore, I ordered some things online (new gold membership, Ghost of the Robot CD, buttons and stickers from mushycat, and very shortly a few things from half.com), we went to dinner, watched some TV, and then he went to UAT and I came down here to find that my plans had been thwarted in a particularly smelly manner. And now I'm going to go back upstairs to hang out and play Nintendo or something, because Adam is a million times more fun than my online diary. I'm sorry, you sad little diary, but it's true.
Ciao.
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