Tuesday, March 19, 2002
|11:02 PM|
The second pot of
daisies is growing. Shoot. I had something else to say. Now I've forgotten.
Oh, yeah. The nightmares continue. Dreamed a friend of mine offed himself. What is it, once every 5 weeks or so, boom, nightmares. I'll study something tonight or distract my head in some fashion. Maybe it's sun spots.
I try to avoid being shallow, but damn, my hair spiked just right this morning, despite the incredible rush I was in. I'm tempted to take a picture. I'll get images of the daisies and my hair. I'm so lame.
You know when you're doing a proper workout when, at the end of the workout, you actually CANNOT get off the ground. Even if you were on fire, you are still forced to roll over, and slowly push up using your arms. I'm so doing my laundry right now, and putting it away. I know, I'm shocked too.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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