Saturday, July 15th, 2000
"This oatmeal's just the way I like it. Cold, muddy, and full of fish." "Just think of them as scaly raisins with heads!"--Little Pinky FleaPie WaffleShoe ClamHead Chris.

I got up at all of 8:30am (after a very, very strange dream. I believe it to have been nice, lovely lucid dreaming.). I basically did nothing but watch cartoons and junk until 3pm when I went and bought 20 lemons for $5. I take that back. I also cleaned. Half-assed-ly. I can see most of my area rug now. But there's this huge 3 foot tall mound of clothes on my bed, which seriously impairs my ability to sleep there. My Mom cleaned out her shower, so we have a place in our home to be clean now. Yay! I fixed the shower curtain rod. I love the shower curtain we have in there. It's clear with all kinds of goldfish on it. At about 7pm, I gave my ankle a mighty crack on the rocker of the rocking chair by the "hall," and now my ankle has swollen up to at least 1/2 again the size it was. It's red and blue and black and green and disgusting looking. You can see the two lines where either side of the runner hit. It was right on that lovely little bone that sticks out, and it made me cry. And cry. And cry. Horribly. I also screamed so loudly & shrilly that it made our clock, to which the chimer has not been wound for months now, chime. Then I took pain medication. I'm happy now! YAY! HAPPY HAPPY aoPPAU!! Apparently, my Conan O'Brien site won some sort of award tonight. I shall have to go and see what it is, exactly. Heh. It's been up for just about 3 years, and this is the very first award it's won. Not that that surprises me; it really sucks. But I'm working on it! Kinda...maybe....sorta.

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