26 May 2003 - 4:28 p.m.

What is with my insatiable hunger for magazines lately? Why can't I commit to anything else?

I swear, my grocery bill doubles when I feel the need to indulge in a little printed matter, and that's utterly ridiculous. Why should three hours entertainment cost the same as three+ days of non-hunger?

Don't answer that; I took theater management and I know exactly why this is. Still.

They should serve more quiche in school cafeterias. Eggs are not expensive.

What I'm wearing: Purple dress.

What I'm reading: I swear there's a freaking owl or something outside.

What I'm doing after this: Chapter, um, I dunno, ten? (I'm really feeling the novel-thingy these days.)