11.20.04

A quiet day.

The plumber came to install Mater's new kitchen faucet. It's quite snazzy.

HellKitty slept on my lap for hours.

I did math homework.

Read.

Cried.

Ate sushi.

Read.

Set up the VCR to tape This is Spinal Tap for Mater.

Knitted.

Wrote.

Cried.

Read.

Drank a glass of merlot.

Watched TV and read. Just for a change of pace.

Cleaned out the litter box.

Wrote.

Lay on the bedroom floor and stared at the ceiling and the cobwebs in the corners.

Read.

Wrote.

Soon, I'll go to my narrow, celibate, bed and fall asleep to bad, softcore porn. As if there's such a thing as good, softcore porn. Hah.

C'est ma vie.

Obviously, I'm going through a down period. It will pass, it just takes time. *smile* No sympathy necessary (if you even contemplated it)--I've just got to hit bottom to bounce back up. That happens in its own way and time and it does no good to rush it.

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