July 30, 2002 :: 10:53 a.m.
nothing beats the cleaning power of CLR
Dammit. I hate my dad's computer. I was writing an entry and BAM!, illegal operation, blah blah blah, you suck, I'm going to be an evil machine and make your entry disappear. Hahaha! Grr.
I completely forget how I started this before. But I will say that the glee I originally felt at turning Mason into a Buffy fan has been thwarted by the fact that now that's all he ever talks about. He seems to think that we can bond over it or something, which you know, is fine, but as much as I love Buffy (and I do so love Buffy) I would occasionally like to talk about something else. And I really don't care that the guy who plays Xander is in the movie that Mason is watching right now. It's just not something I'm concerned about. But hey. Whatever. I'm glad the boy's watching some quality TV, despite the annoying tunnel vision he has going on.
Oh yeah. Has anyone heard/read about the fly-like spy robot that they're building? "They" meaning the government, I suppose. I read an article about it, and that shit's just freaky. Talk about fodder for the paranoid. "Why are there so many flies in her? Oh god! They're watching me! They're reporting every word I say back to a group of government assassins! Ahhh!" And oh, how right you'd be.
I got up at 8ish this morning, because the phone rang. Bastard machine. It was a friend of my dad's who felt the need to tell me all about his ex-wife/girlfriend who has some kind of restraining order against him even after I clearly stated that my parents are at the beach and will be back on Wednesday. When will people realize that I don't care? I don't want to know about this man's issues. Especially at 8 o' clock in the morning, when I should be sleeping. I tried to go back to bed, but as I was obviously unsuccessful I decided to have some yogurt. Not exactly a fair trade, but what can you do? Just eat the damn yogurt already.
Adam and I are going to see the new Austin Powers movie this afternoon, which should be amusing. I should be taking a shower and getting ready and stuff, but I don't feel like it, so this is serving as my valid distraction. Bless you, diaryland, for perpetuating my procrastination.
Gizmo puked on the kitchen floor earlier. Wasn't that nice of her? It was a hefty vomit, too, not one of those wimpy hairballs. She needs her FrontLine (though that's not why she threw up), but I'm deathly afraid to give it to her. Her hatred of it is akin to my own hatred of many things - Metallica, slaughterhouse workers, buzzing insects. So basically, she'll bite and claw and scream and make that pitiful kitty face in order to get away from it. I don't know why, but I don't want to put her through it, even though she needs it. I'll just wait until my mom gets home tomorrow, hand her the cat, and let her do it. She's better at holding the poor feline down than I am.
Hmm. Well, I suppose I should do the things that need to be done. I'll write later and tell you all about my fabulously exciting day. Or about my mildly interesting day, more likely.
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