July 09, 2003 :: 11:33 a.m.
I wish "monkeys" was spelled "monkies" instead
T minus three days until Pearl Jam. T minus 7 days until my birthday. T minus 8 days until our 32nd monthiversary, during which we will hopefully be able to have a sleepover of sorts. All these little events are just getting closer and closer and still I have no presents. No monthiversary present, no birthday presents for Joe (T minus 18 days). I have a gynecologist appointment on the 22nd, but I'm fairly sure that won't require a gift. Just horrible embarrassment and discomfort, courtesy of Dr. Speculum. Oh, the joy.
I need to take a shower and then head over to Adam's, but for some reason I felt like updating. Dunno why. I don't really have anything to say, as I've only been up for an hour and nothing dire or exciting has happened in that time. I should walk to dog and find something to eat before I go, but that's about all. I have my second interview tonight at 6, so I need to throw some pictures into a binder at some point. That's not a fun thought, because most of the pictures I'd like to include are MIA, and I don't want to take my portfolio photos out of their mats. Blurgh.
A telemarketer just called. I think perhaps they are the result of inbreeding between rabies-infested spider monkeys.
Anyhow... shower time, then dog-walking time, then leaving time. It's all very unexciting, but then again, it's all I've got. Feel the mediocrity.
back & forth
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