March 28, 2002 :: 3:59 p.m.
how do I master the perfect day?
(six glasses of water, seven phone calls)
Glug glug glug. If ocean water wasn't salty I'd drink it all up with a straw.
It's 4 o' clock and I've run out of things to do. Very sad. I may resort to punching Bubbles again, just because it's an enjoyable alternative to boredom. However, my hands hurt from beating her up earlier, so perhaps that wouldn't be such a good idea. Hmm.
Rufus kitty is sleeping in a box. He's curled up and being cute. He was outside again this morning and got himself a little dirty; his forehead is gray now. I'm amused. I want to pick him up and cuddle him, because he's soft and warm and I'm really cold. Oh, and he purrs, which is always a plus. Prrow? <--- death babies.
I have no idea what to make for dinner tonight.
back & forth
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