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Aug. 7th, 2004 02:47 pmIt's laundry day, and my plants are growing. If you were to come over today, you wouldn't say 'are those sticks in a pot?' Instead, you'd gasp and exclaim 'my! look at the stunning size of those leaves!'
Don't lie, I know you would.
I'm -so productive-. It's only 3 and already my laundry is almost done and my dishes are washed and my trash taken out and my pile of junk mail disposed of and my sheets changed.
I love sheets.
Normally, none of this would be done until at least 6. Maybe I'll finish reading the script for Transmit today, since I'm so freaking cool.
The thing in my neck is still there, although slightly less tender. I must admit that I'm kinda hoping that it's something important, because then maybe it would be the cause for my headaches and it could be cut out and they would go away. I wish my mommy still called and made dr. appointments for me.
Don't lie, I know you would.
I'm -so productive-. It's only 3 and already my laundry is almost done and my dishes are washed and my trash taken out and my pile of junk mail disposed of and my sheets changed.
I love sheets.
Normally, none of this would be done until at least 6. Maybe I'll finish reading the script for Transmit today, since I'm so freaking cool.
The thing in my neck is still there, although slightly less tender. I must admit that I'm kinda hoping that it's something important, because then maybe it would be the cause for my headaches and it could be cut out and they would go away. I wish my mommy still called and made dr. appointments for me.
