July 15, 2002 :: 5:11 p.m.
I don't know how well that would go over
So... new Google hit: "'Bob the Builder' dildo." Heh. Oh my. I'm result #4, too.
Anyway. Two of my three packages came. The case and the monitor, but not the mouse, keyboard, modem, or floppy drive. Grrr. And it's 5, so I doubt it'll come tonight. I don't get it. They were shipped together and scanned together, but they weren't on the same delivery truck? And serious, if it's not here when I get back from the grocery store, things are going to get ugly. Tantrums and angry phone calls and lots of swearing. Drunken sailor-esque swearing, even.
Yeah. I'm supposed to hang out with Joe tonight, but I don't know if that's going to happen. I called him, and he's not sure what he wants to do or if he wants to do anything at all. I'm going to go to Giant and then come back and figure out what's going on. In any case, I have to go to Borders for things and Home Depot (or somewhere like that) for spray paint. Joy and rapture, eh? Nah, it'll be fun, I promise. If only it weren't so godawful hot out. My sweat is sweating.
Argh. My last package was scanned at 4:43 as a "missed package." WTF? Someone explain. Actually, no, don't bother. It doesn't matter. Someone's going to die. No joke.
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