19 April 2002 - 8:41 a.m.

So I'm typing this at work. Sorry if it's boring and disjointed, but when you're supposed to be preparing a speech and you're a week late getting it done and there are nosy people all over the place just waiting for you to start playing online, and you are so very tired because you were playing Neopets on your boyfriend's computer until late, then his building caught on fire, you can barely bring yourself to log on to D-land and hit that shit.

But I love love love la-la-love my readers, so it's all good.

Case in point - I just got inturrupted because B came in, and she had been at a breakfast event where no one was eating the biscotti. B hates for food to go to waste, maybe because she was raised on a farm, or maybe she's just a sensible person. So she came in with her soft-briefcase thingy full to brimming with biscotti. So I had to make coffee, because, you know, that's what you do. Free breakfast = bad entry.

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