Read Between the Lines

Mon, Feb. 10

... This Evian bottle just sprayed my boobs

Well. It's either my computer or diaryland, but something's being a poo and making my computer quite slow. I'm talking to Megan right now... and I think I want to change my layout. Again. I'm bad for that, aren't I?

Hmm. Laurel is supposed to be over soon, and then we'll do... something until rehearsal tonight. Hee. Makeup workshop with the kids. Particularly the guys. That one'll be fun. Especially since this year, some of them have to do age makeup. Not old age makeup, but middle-age makeup. Which is really just a toned-down version of middle age makeup.

I thought I had something to say. I guess I don't, really... Not right now, anyways.

Besides, Laurel just got out of her car and started making faces at me through my window, so I'm going to go beat her up and throw her in a snowbank. At least, that's what I'd do if I didn't want to get myself wet. Maybe I'll just hope she steps in the puddles of melted snow in our front entryway. Mwahahahaha... I'm so conniving, aren't I?

One year ago today: I had more to write, but I, being the bright child that I am, closed the window I was writing in. Go me. ;o) And besides that, my uterus is demanding some attention, and I'm finding it rather difficult to concentrate on writing anything worthwhile while it's screaming--very loudly and insistently--for me to notice it. So, I'll go feed it... something salty, and then something chocolatey, and then something with plenty of tylenol in it, and then I'll lie down on my water bed, which is just like lying on a giant hot water bottle, and feels very good on my convulsing midsection.
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posted at 3:10 p.m.

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