| ...a day in the life of a mouse |
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2004-12-06 - 10:26 a.m. I have no inspiration. I am inspirationally challenged. Every idea I have for writing an entry these days basically consists of pointing at other people’s diaries and saying, “yeah, what she said”, or “Hey! Me too!”. How do they do it? The Weetabixs (or would that be Weetabi?), and the Sundries, and the Moms-on-Rooves. They make their stories so ALIVE! When I read their diaries, I can just see mom-on-roof’s great aunty mertle collecting antique shoe-horns while riding around on a purple tractor. And I can actually HEAR Dog snorfling and grunting with his armadillo, while the dog hair flies everywhere. And really, I get just a little bit tipsy every time I read about the Bad Bar. I mean, do you have to actually DO exciting things in order to have exciting things to write about? Or is the key actually being a brilliant enough writer to make doing NOTHING sound exciting?? For example….how many people do you suppose have taken up knitting in the past month, because of Sundry?? So, I read their diaries, and I am filled with the need to write, I open up a blank Word document and…….nothing. I got nothing. ::: my nose piercing is mildly infected. I bought a new sparkly for it, and of course mangled my nose trying to put it in. and now it’s red and hurty, and I had to put the original stud back in (which is large and uncomfortable, and feels like I have a perpetual booger hanging out of my nose, causing me to subtly check my nose 80 billion times a day). Also, one of my ear piercings is hurty. I don’t know why I have them, and I don’t know why I keep them. Sure, I think they look good, but honestly, I just have to think about sleeping on them, and they get all hurty. Score for me putting holes in my body. Ya, I gotta stop doing that. ::: also, husband is sick again. Seriously, this has GOT to stop! Not so much that it really affects me personally, but it kinda does. I worry about him, cuz, you know…I love him and all. And also there’s the worrying about his job, and how if he’s sick too much they might fire him. And then there’s me being totally selfish in that he’s just not fun when he’s sick…what with him bein’ all mopey and bath-robey, and feverish. Pfft. No fun. ::: I have a crush. (why yes, I AM the mental and emotional equivalent of a 14-year-old). This man is beautiful. he gives me impure thoughts. I am going to steal him. And keep him in my basement. ::: Chicken’s birthday, and then Christmas are coming soon. I am totally organized and prepared. I have finished all my shopping/wrapping/decorating. All the baking is done, and I put up the outside lights last night after work. My dog is even sporting a festive red bow around her neck. Uh, yeah. And if you believe that, then have I got a bridge to sell you! ::: I really should clean the house. It looks like we just moved in. there are still cardboard boxes everywhere. Ya, we moved in back in April. I just don’t know what to do with everything. There’s no room to actually unpack stuff. And I’m sure half of that stuff could get thrown away…but unfortunately it’s all mixed in with the stuff I don’t want to throw away…and sorting it out would actually require me to go through it all…and well…I just don’t wanna. So, there are boxes everywhere. I also have not sewn a single thing. I have 2 pairs of pants and about 2 skirts that I can wear to work. I have worn every combination of clothing that I have (which takes maybe a week). So ya….i gotta get on that. New clothes would be good. Of course, I still don’t understand why we can’t all wear our jammies to work. ::: see? I still got nothing. 
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