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19 January 2003 - 5:01 p.m. No offense, Phoebe CatesI never understood the purpose of all the humidifiers my parents kept around the house when I was little until last night, when I woke up during the wee hours to find my throat was so dry I was afraid it would start to crack and bleed at any moment. I know. Ew. So, on top of being sick, I am not well-rested today, after waking up several times during the night so that I could inhale steam or chug the entire contents of the Brita pitcher. But we had a party last night, and parties are delightful. Even KTT showed up. Yay. Then Gus had a dream that Hatbox had kittens. Not cool. I love my cat and all, but if she spawned, I'd have a Gremlins situation on my hands, and Gremlins is really not a good enough movie for me to have to live it. What I'm wearing: jean and blue turtleneck What I'm reading: Gus playing some PS2 game What I'm doing after this: probably lying down - - 07 May 2005 Wheee! - 02 November 2004 Inside of my fridge. - 28 October 2004 TV is Stupid. - 24 September 2004 "The only paperback writer who would drive a Buick is like, Tom Clancy." -Gus - 20 September 2004 |