March 9th, 2002


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I really shouldn't be up right now. I've been so relentlessly sick and I desperately need the sleep. I had gotten up to pee, I do this about a dozen times per night, and all of a sudden I had this revelation, my real life friend might be the same person as my Live Journal friend. This has happened to me before, and while I recovered from the shock, and am fine about it now, it's still a pretty jarring experience when it happens. I came flying out of my room, nearly smacked face first into the door, and crushed a few cats, on my way to my office, where I am now scratching my head and puzzling over this. Of course if she turns out to be she, I won't be able to talk about it because maybe she's protecting her identity, and that might be the reason why she wasn't able to tell me in the first place. Has anything like this happened to any of you here? It's the weirdest feeling, kind of scary, shocking, and exhilarating at the same time. Of course if I'm wrong I'm going to feel like a completely messed up, crazy, damaged, bird head girl.

Rodentia. Rodents, I do love rodents, love, love, love!!!!

When I was behaving as a more devoted animal activist, I wouldn't wear leather, well, I'm still queasy about it, and only have it on the bottom of my shoes, never a watchband, or purse, or clothes. I still feel like a serious wuss about this though because I don't want to have anything involving animal suffering or death connected to me in any way. One of the things that bothers me is silk. I feel sorry for the little silk moths. I also feel sorry for bees and somebody else but I can't remember because my brain fuzziness is doubly fuzzy when I'm bleary eyed with lack of sleep.

Oh damn, Precious Pea walked on my radio and reset all of my carefully preset talk radio channels, argh, argh, argh.

Wow this one's kind of weird, giant flowers.

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Somebody very mean stole my pillow. I have lots of pillows but I can't sleep well without my barley seed pillow. I'll have to use a rolled up tee-shirt instead. Could the cats have dragged it off, naaaah.

I'm craving Chinese food and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Heh, I couldn't remember the Krispy part, I kept thinking Krusty Kreme. Yesterday was salad craving day. I went to my beloved Soup Plantation and they were closed for remodeling, noooooooooooooo, how can this be? Soup Plantation has become one of those dependables, you know? The one place that you can always count on, well that and Dolores'. Anyway since Soup P. was closed that left only the bagel store, and I don't really understand their weird hours and strange bagelly set up, and the frozen blended fruit and juice place. Are you getting that I can't remember the names of these simple places, waaaaaa? The bagel place has just added a line of salads, yeay, so with one of those and a fruit smoothie, I was pretty happy, food wise.

Radio is very very weird this early in the morning. I had no idea. These callers can't be real. "What's tomorrows doughnut? Tomorrow's yer glazed with yer jelly filled."

Oh my God, the Bush administration wants us to be prepared for a possible nuclear conflict????? God I hate these guys. Not here but between Israel and, okay that's it, better get out the damned Ginko if I can't remember...Yasser Arafat, oh phew, the Palestinians, India and Pakistan. I give up, I'm going to bed. Or I could stay up and listen to Warren Ekstein talking about littler box accidents and doggy bar mitzvahs.