Wednesday, September 17, 2003


I just talked to my friend Flipper (she lives in a world full of wonder, flying there-under, under the sea!) I had to cancel on her for the third time in a week for rollerblading because I am once again stuck here in Graph Paper Paradise. When I apologized and explained why I couldn't make it, there was a pause on the other end of the line, then she said: "You have the worst job in the world." How can she say that?! They pay for my parking!

It poured down rain last night and I didn't even know it.

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