Tonight was fun. I work in 7 hours so that's all I'll say about that. I just spent a chunk of time writing the end of the camp story so I feel that's adequate. I do have one thing to say. Despite the rampant amount of Lootards in Ottawa and the surrounding areas, I couldn't be happier with myself right now. Life is good. With that I bid you adieu. June 23, 2:21 AM.

Life is still super-good. I haven't had this many good days in a row in a while. (knock on wood) I will call Lindsay tomorrow to keep the good karma going. I got her a bonsai tree for her birthday. I couldn't think of the perfect gift so I took her to lunch, but that totally wasn't enough so I saw some at work and purchased one. I shall christen him (for now) Walter, Wally when you're feeling playful. If I'm not careful the spider plant she gave me at Christmas (I believe it was then) is going to die. I believe I will transplant him into a more appropriate pot tomorrow (or the next day). My reefer-madness (thanks Mike) is fading but it could be rekindled at any second. Good thing my friends aren't all hard-core potheads (although I did meet some today. No, must banish those thoughts....okay, i'm under control) Good night. June 24, 1:26 AM.
PS: remind me to talk about how Mike and Mike will be the same person in my mind until I see them together in the same room. I guess that's more appropriately called a note to self, but whatever.
PPS: note to self: flood Mike's inbox in fits of sleep-deprived madness more often - it was fun to the power of 10! Possibly do the same to Stephanie and selected friends as well.

"Hey Hey we're the monkees and we don't monkey around. Blah blah blah blah dirty blah blah blah blah down." No reason for that "song," I'm just really tired. If I go to bed in two minutes, I can get seven hours sleep. Oh well, I don't think so. I will be able to nap when I get home from work though so hopefully I will. Um, yeah, so Lindsay loves her bonsai. We are naming him Walleed (sp?) instead though b/c it's cool and suits him. I always knew he was more exotic...
Anyway, this flooding of the inbox thing has got me on edge. I expected Mike to retaliate in kind, but I only got one message telling me he deserved it (b/c he insisted I download and listen to "I'm my Own Grampa," this crazy country bumpkin song and then email him about how funny it is. So I did that first message and decided to keep on going nine or ten more times.) I'm now thinking that he's just waiting for me to forget so he can send me 100 messages one day and totally freak me out. Hmmm, Stephanie told me to email her tonight, maybe I should flood her inbox too. No, I don't have enough energy. For that same reason I will not be telling you how Mike and Mike must be the same person until tomorrow (or the next day). Bye for now - June 25, 1:05 AM.
PS:Did you ever want to totally obliterate something - say a diary or email - that was very painful but you just couldn't? I find it hard obliterating anything. Maybe that's why I'm a pack rat of sorts, but getting better. Okay, that's it for now.

Bought a scanner. It won't work. I am understandably upset. Computer "claims" that my USB port isn't working. Why the hell not? This sucks. The boy will fix it tomorrow. Good night. June 26, 1:58 AM.

Well, I'm super-tired so this'll be short and sweet. Worked sucked-ass today, I just spent the better part of two hours putting together Costco newsletter stuff, I want to break my computer (or get it proper desktop publishing equipment). Anyway, news in my life: One of our tires got a nail in it. Canadian TIRE didn't have the right TIRE for it and it took them 45 minutes to tell us that. It happened in their parking lot or I would have taken it straight to Costco where it was done with a smile today. They even delivered my keys right to my cash. Impressive if you ask me. Ya, sleep est tres important maintenant. Bonne nuit. le 28 juin, 1:21 AM.

So anyway, the last two days have not been super-duper to previous standard. I spent way too much time trying to perfect my newsletter stuff only to have some graphics continually overload and freeze the program. I was not impressed. I also have been sleeping less than usual (if that's even possible) and it's been crazy broken sleep - as in I sleep three hours, get up, drive my mom to my grandfather's house, drop off my sister's laundry, eat breakfast, go to bed for two more hours, wake up to go to work after having a horrible nightmare about me being super late for work. Ya, so the rings under my eyes are huge.
I know I've been meaning to write about Mike and Mike's identicalness but I just don't have the energy to do it right now. To complicate matters, another Mike has popped back into my life. He works at Costco again (for the summer) but this time I don't have as much contact with him b/c he's in membership so hopefully I won't refer to him often and it won't get confusing.
I went to the liquor store tonight (as well as the beer store). They may be two of my favourite places. I wanted to get malibu rum, but couldn't remember the malibu part so I opted for Bailey's instead. Jason "convinced" me to buy a bigger bottle. Since it's so yummy I may have started drinking a little tonight. I REALLY like the taste. It's not a problem unless I do it all the time, right? Anyway, I had to buy Jason's beer at the beer store b/c he lost his ID and he didn't want to get carded. He even entrusted me with his bank card and pin number. It's 1234 (or not, I would never give it out!). I also bought my dad some beer. He thinks I don't like the stuff and he'll get it all to himself. He doesn't know me too well anymore, I guess. I used cash for my dad's stuff and Jason's debit for his stuff. The guy was a little suspicious (I think) but since I took Jay's card out of my purse and knew all the stuff, he couldn't say anything. It was great. He still carded me though. Before we got there, I told Jay that I never got carded at the liquor store (and I proved him right when I didn't) but the damn beer store guy did it! I haven't been carded at a beer or liquor store in years. I was a little annoyed but since I sensed he felt helpless about letting me buy a potential underager alcohol it was all right.
Man, I didn't intend to write so much but the "scandal" at the beer store invigorated me. I'm still mighty tired though. If I don't get back too late tomorrow night, I'll do the Mike and Mike stuff, I promise. June 30, 1:30 AM.

It's too late and I work in about eight hours so I will not be elaborating on the strange plot that surrounds Mike "and" Mike. I did spend time with one of them tonight. Very enlightening conversations. I need some feedback here: On the message board tell me where you're from (ie: Winnipeg) and what kind of pregnancy rate your high school had. Compared to Mike, mine's was astronomical (although Mike did go to an all-male school, but there were no "baby-fathers" among them either). Anyway, to bed I head. Good night! July 1st (Happy Birthday Canada) 2:59 AM.

Worst Canada Day in recent memory. Working all day hurt my back and feet (stuck on damn cash 1 without a mat for 2 hours) and then there were NO fireworks. That was the biggest pisser ever. It's not Canada Day without fireworks. Danger-smanger! At least Lindsay baked good cookies...
I'm also pissed about my dad who spent a record FIVE HOURS on his internet which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't restrict all phone calls in and out of my house. If you call and it's busy, my dad's on the computer. When I'm home, the icq's always on (even if I'm invisible) so if you have to get a hold of me try that. I hate not being able to use the phone! This is a very negative night so maybe I'll end there before I begin plotting death to everyone. July 3, 12:36 AM.

I'm number 2! I'm number 2! I'm number 2! I'm number 2! I'm number 2!
July 3, 2001 --> 9:58 PM

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