April 20, 2002 :: 9:21 a.m.
I am an invisible corkscrew
I had a dream that Ozzy Osbourne was a black cat and sleeping on my porch.
I'm feeling... well, slightly better, I guess. Mostly because when I stepped on the scale this morning (it is Saturday, after all - weigh day) it told me that I've lost 9 pounds. Whoa. Never underestimate the strong psychological hold that the scale has on the female mind. If it would have been the same as last week, or worse, higher, I think I would have seriously freaked out and smashed it to bits. But that's unnecessary now, because it happily registered a lower number and all is well in the world of my diet.
Other than that, nothing's happened so far. I should give my sister a call when I get back, to see when this birthday shindig is. I don't particularly want to do, but I probably should. I'll make Mason go with me and stay for an hour or something. Because you know, if I have to suffer, goddammit, so does he.
I'm such a kind and caring sister. Pfft.
edited 10:33 a.m. I lost my glasses. Fuck me if I know where. This is not cool.
edited 11:57 a.m. Why am I the default fucking taxi? My sister just called to ask if I could pick her and Charlie (my nephew, her son) up and take them to the birthay party this afternoon. I wasn't even really planning to go. GRR. And I still can't find my fucking glasses.
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