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It's certainly not The Dog, and it's not quite The Chicken of Depression. There's uncertainty and a vague, uncomfortable dissatisfaction. I feel impatient. I want change. And I feel the same. In spite of my rage, I'm still just a whiny little bitch.

Cingular Wireless has been en panne lately. I'm not ignoring or avoiding you -- I just can't hear you. I don't think I've been stood up. I think the silence is Cingular's fault.

Today I fed Mom's dog strawberry ice cream, and she got so excited, she ate the napkin before I could stop her.

Tonight I overflowed Fluffy's sump, because I'm retahded. The results were dramatic, but I don't think anything got ruined this time (unlike the time Fluffy made a mess without my help). Then I bought a water level alarm online. rojagato has not killed me yet.

fudjo and I had a late dinner. We talked about job hunting, relationship woes, and the thrill of victory (for him, that is. I've never played Vampire). Somebody please lend him Armor, Ender's Game, and The Forever War.

canongrrl may have found my good side (Eso no es ningún pellisco de ñoco*) this past Saturday. I saw a couple of shots, and I like 'em. Think Herb Ritts without the octopus.

* "That is no one-handed man's pinch," slang for "That is not a simple matter."