April 21, 2002 :: 2:14 p.m.
I should hope not to hope
Something went wonky with diaryland for a second there, because it said that everyone on my buddy list updated 177668 days ago. It's all right now, though. However, no one has updated, particularly the people that I would really enjoy reading right now, so it matters not. I suppose I compensate for lack of external updates by updating my own diary 475 thousand times a day. Or it could just be that I have no life.
Every time the phone rings I pick it up, hoping, hoping... but I should know better than to let myself hope for anything. It's a death wish. Anything that I hope for falls into a very hungry black hole and vanishes forever. Or its exact opposite, the unpleasant thing that I am definitely not hoping for, happens instead. Because apparently life is one big fuck-fest like that.
It needs to stop being 2:30, because I am hungry and 2:30 is too early to eat dinner. Also, it's Freezing in here. Capital F because it really is that cold. It's like... 50 degrees. And raining. Ew, the bowl of dry food on the porch for the gray cat is going to be all mushy and nasty and water-logged. I should probably go bring that inside, but that would require physical effort that I don't feel like exerting right now. I still haven't filed my state and local taxes. My mom needs to come home and help me do them, because I'm an idiot and get very confused when I'm faced with finding the percentage of such and such tax doohickey and writing that amount on Line 3. And then I have to add that to the percentage of the other tax doohickey on Line 11, which I haven't gotten to yet but need to know about anyway. Don't forget to subtract the amount on Line 7, either, or several hundred orphans will be bludgeoned to death with typewriters and you'll be charged with involuntary manslaughter via tax mishap and be sent to live underground with the mole people. Who bite. Boo to taxes and other things that hurt my brain.
*sigh* I'm off the wait some more, and maybe eat something bad for me. Because that's what I do when I'm sad. And I'm sad a lot, so that would explain why I'm fat. See? Everything is intertwined. Life is glistening web of coughed up phlegm. Yum.
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