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I would’ve had a longer, more interesting journal entry here. Really I would. I even said so last time, that there’d be a real journal entry “next time.”
Instead I was on the phone for most of half an hour with Lilith, and dammit if that doesn’t beat typing out an entry any old day. I love talking with her, even if it’s just on the phone and just so she can rant for a while. When that was done, just when I thought it was safe to sit at the keyboard, Mari called! Ah, my dear friends, it’s so good to hear your voices.
I’m thinking it’s almost dinnertime. What do you think?
Attention, attention: We have changed from root beer to orange juice as the beverage of choice.
I love orange juice. Actually I love most citrus juices, but orange juice is the best. Minute Maid makes a darned tasty juice, while Tropicana’s tastes a bit too “raw” for me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to heat up a corn dog, pour another glass of OJ and watch more Lain.
We’re now past all of the easy entries, all of the entries I could just knock off without much in the way of effort. From here on out, I have to come up with things, I have to stay awake enough to write them coherently, and I must at least attempt to keep the entries interesting enough not to be a complete waste of electrons.
Well, two out of three will do nicely, wouldn’t you agree?
I’m down to three episodes of Serial Experiments Lain. Huzzah. Dawn wants me to churn through Digicharat when I’m able. Who knows, maybe I’ll be too burned out on anime by then. Then again, what else will I do with my remaining eight hours?
Two thirds of the way through my twenty-four hours. Excellent. Now for the fun part.
According to an ever-so-scientific quiz,
Feh! I’ll survive this thing, dammit. I’ll even complete it! (Heh.)
Wendi arrived from her DJ gig, flush with tip money. Woo hoo! I unloaded her van, and now she’s off to the store to pick up things we’ll need for tomorrow and what-not. Then she’s going to hit the hay since she has another very busy day ahead.
Lucky her. Sorta. At least I’ll have the luxury of sleeping parts of my day away tomorrow.
