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Nov. 3rd, 2006 11:29 pmI haven't felt like writing. That's weird. Not completely unheard of, but weird.
Maybe it's because I don't know how I feel this week. I don't really feel anything this week. Mostly, my shoulders feel like iron. I have the shoulders of a bomb technician. Besides that, though, I got nuthin'. Well, my landlord had my car moved six feet backwards so some men could install a fence, and now my rear bumper is missing a chunk of paint, and my landlord hotly denies that the tow truck ever came in contact with my rear bumper. So that's sort of a thing. Does anyone know if a tow truck would have come in contact with my rear bumper?
I think the other part of me not wanting to write exists because I know I'll just whine. The only things I have to say are whiny.
So I'm gonna go have a glass of wine. And go to bed.
P.S. I'm officially going to blame hormones for my whininess. Hormones and lack of chocolate.
Maybe it's because I don't know how I feel this week. I don't really feel anything this week. Mostly, my shoulders feel like iron. I have the shoulders of a bomb technician. Besides that, though, I got nuthin'. Well, my landlord had my car moved six feet backwards so some men could install a fence, and now my rear bumper is missing a chunk of paint, and my landlord hotly denies that the tow truck ever came in contact with my rear bumper. So that's sort of a thing. Does anyone know if a tow truck would have come in contact with my rear bumper?
I think the other part of me not wanting to write exists because I know I'll just whine. The only things I have to say are whiny.
So I'm gonna go have a glass of wine. And go to bed.
P.S. I'm officially going to blame hormones for my whininess. Hormones and lack of chocolate.
