| Saturday, March 2nd, 2004. 1a.m. Yesterday I was an absolutely horrid mood. It was almost like I was possessed. I hated everyone and everything and didn't have any desire to do anything. And I saw no reason for it. Well, I am blaming PMS, but other than that, I don't know what the hell happened. Today, I'm much better, though. Went to work, found out I didn't have to be there, but will get paid anyway. Yay! Went home, went for a walk w/ Devon, played the Sims, Steve brought home (their home I should say) the Mitchell episode of MST3K and proceeded to laugh my tukus off for the next hour or so. What else? I hate my computer. It's a piece of crap and I can't wait for a new one. My sister's getting an old one from her work for cheap, and it'll still kick this one's ass. |
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| "Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth." Peter Ustinov, 1921-2004 Other Ustinov quotes |