Sunday, May 21, 2006

My lawnmower died, just as I was getting the required resolve (a.k.a. parental pressure) to mow the lawn. This type of convenient malfunction was all the rage last summer, and apparently it hasn't forsaken me this spring, either.

So... dance recital yesterday was thoroughly inconsequential, except that it lasted until 11:00p.m. and emphasized that I was sick. But not sick with a common cold - I am far too awesome for a "common" cold!

Finished 1984 yesterday, leaving me workless for volunteering today. Hopefully this absence of academic responsibility will be conducive to a sort of writing effort.

In 32 hours, the season 5 finale of 24 will begin. It will run for two hours, and then, maybe... Maybe I can have my soul back.

12:00p.m.

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