boing's useless info of the day:
i love paul f tompkins
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save me from this place.
tonight i have nothing to do, to the point of me actually going up to work to help someone with kennel duty. off the clock. boredom will make you do amazing things.
my friend at work told me she had a dream this afternoon in which the two of us were working & bin Laden knocked on the door asking to come in. she told him of course he couldn't so he pushed his way through. when asked what he was doing, he replied that he was trying to find a place to store his bombs.
and why wouldn't he pick a veterinary clinic?
i really wish i knew someone here that i could go out with. just to do stupid things like buy candles at target. not even candles tonight, air fresheners. just to get me out of these walls. i guess i could go alone, but that would make me think entirely too much. i'm still crying a lot; about david, about the NY/DC situation, about things that i won't mention here. i'm totally fed up with myself for crying. who wants to come over for champagne & facials?
8:01 pm - September 15, 2001
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