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Aug. 16th, 2001 11:06 amMy dream date? Spike and Willow. Bad boys and redheads. Somehow I'm not terribly surprised.
Today in a nutshell: my credit card hates me, my bank loves me, my Dad's in Vancouver, the lease gets signed tomorrow, the potential roomie was scared off (methinks), and getting more sleep only woke me up at 5:30 this morning.
It's two weeks until I move, and the list of things that need to get done is a high-pitched, high-speed mantra droning across the back of my head. I don't always hear it right, but it's there, poking and prodding me at odd intervals. No wonder the muses are silent.
Today in a nutshell: my credit card hates me, my bank loves me, my Dad's in Vancouver, the lease gets signed tomorrow, the potential roomie was scared off (methinks), and getting more sleep only woke me up at 5:30 this morning.
It's two weeks until I move, and the list of things that need to get done is a high-pitched, high-speed mantra droning across the back of my head. I don't always hear it right, but it's there, poking and prodding me at odd intervals. No wonder the muses are silent.
