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[Jul. 26th, 2004|04:34 am]
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There is finally a night with a bit of chill in the air. I still have the fans blowing in the windows, though. I intend to get the most out of it.
This afternoon, I must rise too early and go to get my teeth poked and prodded. Last time, a cavity was discovered. That better not happen again. It would put me in a very bad mood.
After the dental event, I must see if I can find a tiny screw with which to re-assemble my reading glasses. The old pair is not working out, at all. I squint at the monitor, and the keyboard is a blur, and I'm getting a headache. Plus, my neck hurts from being tilted up or down as I attempt to find the clearest angle through the old lenses. I'm going to put Sluggo to sleep early, and try to pass out, myself.
I intend to ignore this sudden craving for popcorn. |
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