August 11, 2002 :: 5:41 p.m.
I suggest you invest in some sort of groin protection
I've been listening to this song obsessively for the last week or so. I don't know why, but it's drilled itself into my brain and I love it. Must set Media Player to repeat and drool over glorious song for hours on end.
Anyway. I had the creepiest dream last night, about a big mansion and driving in the rain and bloody girls in french maid outfits and someone being covered in lice. Eck. It was scary, but not scary in a nightmare kind of way. More like in that way where, even though you're in the dream and things are happening to you, it feels like you're watching a movie. But even so, it was just weird. Especially the guy and the lice. *shudders*
Let's see... there's nothing interesting to report, unfortunately. I woke up at 11:30, putzed around online, took a shower, played Neverwinter Nights (I got my animal companion, woo!), ate some stuff, and now here I am again. Excitement and adventure abound, eh? Right. And in less hours than I'd like, it's bed time, because 4:30 a.m. will comes much earlier than it has any right to. But I'll finally get my paycheck tomorrow, which is nice. I have things to do and money to spend, dammit. The list is quite long this week, actually, what with Amanda's birthday and something else that I'm not at liberty to mention here coming up. Ha ha, secrects. It's FBI-related, of course.
My uncle and my grandma are both here right now. Blah. I don't like my uncle, and my grandma is, well, my grandma. Someone with whom I do not have an incredibly strong rapport. Not that it really matters who's here. I just don't like people being here. Unless they're people that I want here, of course, but I think that's a given. I'm in a decent mood, but I'm rather trapped in my room because leaving it means that I'll be required to engage in conversation with these unwanted persons. And so my decent mood is becoming a bit crabby. Dammit.
Oooh, but there's food calling me. Yummy parsley potatoes. I think I may have to venture forth, christan soldier, and get some. I'll write later.
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