Sunday, February 15, 2004
I woke up with a headache. I just had to ask Spooky if "headache" was one word. It's that sort of headache. So far, the Tylenol and Dasani aren't helping. And I have to read Murder of Angels today. I also need to wash my hair, but that seems unlikely.
Thanks to Robyn for the following link. I think this turn of events has actually infected me with a tiny sliver of hope. I know, of course, that paranoid, hate-mongering idiots have already begun the attempt to nullify the weddings, and that they may well succeed, but that hardly lessens the impact of this event.
Having finished Ratchet and Clank, Spooky and I played Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando until almost 4 a.m this morning. Jennifer finished writing her dissertation last night. I think those are the only two remarkable things about the last twenty-four hours.
Have you bought your "Ugliest Cat in the World" thong yet? Well, why the frell not? I gotta put Sophie's dumb ass through college, you know...
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