8 November 2001 - 6:15 p.m.

My life is so uninteresting in that "I'm so streesed out about whether or not I am going to graduate on time" way that anything I write about the last couple of days is going to seem completely broring an neurotic. Which is why I haven't bothered.

Speaking of neurotic, I watched Annie Hall in class last night, and it occurred to me that I know a couple who remind me a little bit of Alvy and Annie. Unfortunately, I can't say much more than that, because I currently know too many people on Diaryland who also know this couple. It's a funny thing about reading other people's diaries: sooner or later, they're going to want to read yours.

Today is Hatbox's first birthday. Maybe that's why I feel so tired - I feel old. It's a funny thing about cats. I've only had Hattie since January, but in cat years, she's ready for college. Sigh,

I wish I could come up with a clever reason/way to end this entry, but the truth is, I have to pee. See ya.

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