5/22/03

My mom took Micci off my hands for a few hours. Freedom!! But a weird nagging freedom...cause I miss Micci. Well, I really ought to clean. I always complain that Mic gets in the way of my cleaning. Instead I am listening to U2, eating ice-cream and reading, and philosophising.

I hate to clean...there are so much funnier things to do. Don't you think?I want to write. Anne Rice always gets my writing pen in a fury. But currently the itch is there, but no story. I just can't right nonsense, can I? Smirk. That's all I do here is it not?

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