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"Some men lead lives of quiet desperation. My desperation makes a pathetic whining sound."[1]

Is there some sort of law that decrees all season finales must have a wedding? Just finished season 1 of Upstairs, Downstairs. Feel peevish and want to slap Miss Elizabeth. God. Get over yourself. And wtf is up with James? What is wrong with these Bellamy kids?

I find I don't have the patience or good humor to watch the second season disc at the moment.

( Yet more bitching about my crappy Tuesday night class )

Right then. Will take frustration out on penguin whacking game. At 3499.4. Whackity whackity whackity!! (Can't believe I can't find that image scanned anywhere; must make puppy eyes at Sarah later in hopes of getting her to scan it)

Mrh. I seem to be in a constant state of bitchface. Also just realized my phone's been disconnected for 4 days. Freaked, thinking it was the damn bill or something, but really, Hobbes had knocked out the wire from the back.

I need hugs and puppies or a random act of kindness.

Oh, speaking of which. Donate a $1 and earn some good karma.

Despite not particularly believing in the power of the zodiac, Ida (*blowkiss*) sent me a rather detailed star chart thingie for kicks that is annoyingly not inaccurate and sums me up as a power-mad, bi-polar, worry-wart scorpio. As much as I don't base my life on astrology, it is a point of interest that every guy who's broken my heart was a Taurus. Hrm.

Reminds me of the time Sarah and I were obsessed with this weird Kabalarian Philosophy website that analyzed your life based on your first name. Neither of our names were remotely anything like us, but when we next entered some random chick names that meant nothing to us (Lucy and Morgan, I believe), they were spot on. Unfortunately the site no longer offers extensive analysis. Well, not for free, anyway. Bastards.

Mowr. Why is everybody asleep?

[1] stolen from a friend's usenet sig

wheee

Oooooooo 3627.3

Must try to break record of 3656.0
Sleep would make more sense, but what's the fun in sense?

i woke up; i shot the alarm clock. how the hell are you?*

S.A.D. I think that's what my problem is. Lack of sunlight and warmth. This morning Hobbes and I huddled beneath my superbright desklamp, basking and purring. And look outside! Behind a couple of enormous grey clouds... some blue sky! Want SPRING already!

Fighting urge to bury self under comforter for rest of winter. Really need to go grocery shopping. I can survive on egg salad and wheat bread, but Hobbes will freak around 6pm. And I can't have that.

Also should finish laundry, clean kitchen and take out trash. Must make grocery list. None of these are as appealing as huddling under a blanket and watching a movie or reading a comfort-book.

NO! Should WILL put on some perky music and dance my blues away!!

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* Strangers in Paradise