12:27 a.m. x 2004-01-18
if you've slept over at my house or i've slept over at yours, you should be at least semi-aware of my preoccupation with bathing. i must do it
. every day. in the early evening. i MUST. or i go a little batty.
so as i returned from an awesomely awesome evening at chez clare earlier today, i was very eager to hop in the bath. except there was no hot water. DRAT. but seeing as my hair was wilting in disgust at its own uncleanliness, i resolved to washing it in the sink with whatever our freezing pipes gushed forth. it was a numbing, unpleasant process, and immediately following it i fell asleep.
and so, here i am, with very little to say as all i've done today was freeze and sleep. and read 214 of the 322 page book clare loaned me. so, in order to consume time before i collapse from exhaustion again, i'll answer some questions... no bethany, i'm not mad at you. there's actually a long, involved, ugly reason as to my black mood that day. a tangled, tumultuous tale of betrayal, heartbreak, and final exams that goes way back. but that is a story for another medium that is neither public nor electronic. the previous and next links are down there at the bottom, the three hearts separated by the little "x". i'm not too fond of the navigation on this layout, but poof...i like pink. the last livejournal post has been modified. "rhetorical" has been replaced by "hypothetical". an urgent disclaimer is now on proud display on my userinfo: "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT".
le sigh...i love david lynch (this tottally random entry has been brought to you by maruchan instant lunch).
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
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