August 01, 2003 :: 2:14 a.m.
in the face of danger, sing that dreidel song
It's August. I'm disturbed by this so deeply that I can't find the words to explain. Oy.
I just had 20 new emails in my hotmail inbox. All of them were spam crap. Very disappointing. Perhaps if I were looking to enlarge my penis and satisfy my woman in bed I'd be more appreciative of their advances, but as it stands the stupid spammers are just getting my hopes up and then crushing them like so many ants under a size 15 sneaker. Alas.
Jupiter has to wear one of those plastic cone things for a whole week because he won't stop trying to lick his post-surgery wound. It's the saddest thing ever, and yet I can't help but laugh. He's a very comical dog, but I don't think anyone really deserves The Cone. Poor puppy. My own puppy, happily sans cone, is going to take his first ever trip to the dogs-only swimming pool in Dillsburg this weekend. I'm excited, because he's very much a water dog and should enjoy it quite a lot. Also, I just like to watch his splash around and be happy. It makes me all warm and fuzzy.
I've knit a few things in the last couple of days, but of course there are no pictures. I yearn for a digital camera. I should really just ask my dad to bring his home one night, or borrow Joe's. Note to self: do that. Because I have lots of things to show, unbelievably.
So tired. Grrar. I need to go downstairs and wash up before I pass out fully-clothed and greasy-faced on the bed again. Emphasis on "again." I've done so for the last three nights, and as a result my normally complacent face is sprouting new zits left and right. Always a beautiful sight, that.
Anyway... off to scrub myself clean, and then to bed. Adieu.
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