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Tuesday:

I’m very sick.
I don’t want to stay awake, but I have just a few more things to do…

always the story.


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Tuesday:

I had a pretty good day today. I wish I wasn’t so sick I hardly noticed.

Nah. It wasn’t that bad…

And I got the new PJ Harvey album. She deserves to be queen.

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Sunday:

Thanksgiving weekend is over. The holidays have begun. Can I get an X-M-A-S? Yay!

So. On this holiday season, I’d like to send out my warmest wishes to all of you, each and every one. And I’d like to also recommend that if you have something to say you say it with flowers. That’s the way all the cool kids are doing it.

I rearranged my room a few days ago… check the current Weekly Shine for a picture!

Sunday:

I’m sort of dogged out today. I had too much fun this weekend, I guess… too much. And now I’m not certain what I should be doing (I normally work on Sunday evening … bad habit left over from college, I guess) or what.

One of the nice things about school was the structure. It was always pretty easy to tell what you were neglecting. If you went to class, you had a syllabus and it told you what you should be doing. Easy.

Now, I have to keep track of it myself. Maybe I should make up my own syllabus…


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Friday:

I have more room in my rooom after the rearrange. I’ll put up a picture later in the day. I had fun yesterday. I hung out with some dear friends and we made some food and talked about technology and had a good ol’ time. There was no family pressures or incidents or anything like that.

I think Thanksgiving was always meant as more of a friends sort of holiday, anyway. That’s how the original pilgrims treated it.

Friday:

The busiest shopping day of the year. Who cares? Why do people even bother? Do they really think they can show their love by buying something expensive? I suppose a thoughtful gift does show that you have paid attention to the needs of the other person, but it doesn’t really show that you care. A computer program could be written that would pay attention to a person and keep track of that person’s needs. A computer program will never be able to care.

Just paying attention to what somebody else has to say goes a long way. If families would spend more time paying attention to each other, people would get along more.

Each individual has needs that are unique. That has to be acknowledged before everyone will be able to be patient with one another and appreciate the little things that make life worth living.


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Thursday:

Why is it that it bugs me when I see snot-nosed whiney-ass punk kids driving $80,000 Mercedes sports cars?

I say snot-nosed, whiney-ass because I can’t imagine some child raised like that growing up to be anything else. Well, I can imagine it, but it’s hard.


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Thursday:

Thanks to all the people in the world who have ever read a single word of mine and then stopped for a moment to reflect on what idea that word (or phrase) related. It’s people like you that make the world the wonderful place it is. Even if it is the only option.

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Wednesday:

Furby! There is some new toy called Furby. It’s soft and furry and it talks or something. Kinda weird. People in the know are calling it the “next Cabbage Patch Kid.” Wha-hoo. They come in different colors, but you don’t get to pick which color you get.

How cute.

You get to pick the color of real animals. You get to say, “I want that one!” So, how does that make it more life-like?

I dunno. But these things are selling like hotcakes.

Wednesday:

Writer’s block? I hope I don’t get it sometime. What a weird feeling that would be. Just thinking about it makes me a little worried. I guess it’d be sort of like losing my hair, which I hope never happens. I don’t know if I’d be able to deal with it. I’m quite fond of my hair and I’d really rather nothing ever happened to it.

If it did start going away, I guess I’d have to find some other part of my body to hang my ego from… I wonder what part that would be?

Maybe my writer’s brain?


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