July 17, 2004 :: 1:01 a.m.
the walnuts do not wish me a happy birthday
Oof. Am very tired. Must get up at 6 a.m. (so I'll get about 5 hours of sleep if I pass out right this very second) to go yard-saling with the Joes and Amber. "Yard-saling" doesn't look right. I'm not even sure "saling" is a word. I know that "sailing" is a word, but as I am talking about flea markets and not yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, "sailing" matter not.
Dinner at Passage to India was fabulous. I would eat their alu mutter every night for dinner if I could. Seriously, it's just YUM.
I would write more, but I'm on a schedule here. It goes something like this:
1 a.m. - go the fuck to sleep if you don't want to be dead in the morning.
And with that, I bid you adieu.
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