December 14, 2002 :: 5:15 p.m.
my breath in is your breath out
So. After an extended period of death and not working, my computer has made a comeback. I left it on when I went to Adam's last night, because I have to do that in order to keep it running, and my dad turned it off. Grr. I probably should have told him not to, though, so my bad. But it's on now, obviously, and I thought I'd write a quick entry before Adam gets here. I get to sleep over again tonight, you see. Woo!
Happiness is sleeping with Adam. For me, anyway. Not for any of you, though. Because hey, no.
My dad asked me a little bit ago if I wanted money to get some Christmas presents for people. Aww. My dad is cool. My mom is cool, too, but this is especially cool because I wouldn't have asked my dad. I don't like asking my dad for money. I don't particularly like asking my mom for money, either, but it's easier for some reason. Most of the time I don't have to ask, though, which is why they rock. So at some point next week, I shall deposit money into my checking account and get down to some serious online purchasing. Score.
I think Adam's here - must go. I'll write tomorrow sometime, if my computer doesn't go all comatose again. Here's hoping.
Ciao.
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