February, 2001:

Want to see the front gate to my apartment? Want no more…

gateCAM

I don’t think I am going to get my cat declawed. Anyone want to argue FOR getting it done?

RING…. RING…

“Animal Clinic, this is Jessica.”

“Hi, Jessica. I am considering getting my cat declawed, can you talk me into it?”

“Actually, we try to talk people out of it.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, we’ll do the procedure, but we don’t like to. It is very hard on the cat.”

“Thank you for your time.”

CLICK…

RING… RING….

“Animal Clinic, this is Jose.”

“Hi. I’m considering getting my cat declawed… can you talk me into it?”

“Talk you into it?”

“Yes.”

“Personally, no. I don’t believe in it. But I’m not a doctor, I’m just a tech.”

“Why not?”

“It’s inhumane. I don’t believe in clipping a dogs ears either.”

“Thank you for your time.”

CLICK…

What a difference gamma correction makes. Now my GNOME icons are WAAAAY too bright… but… at least those dark ass websites aren’t so dark anymore.

ChuChu Rocket kicks my ass.

Goodnite.

“Let’s see… anti-chaffing nipple tape… check… check… and check.”

Talked to my Mom for an hour and a half. Cleaned a few of the patio chairs I have. Vacuumed.

Time for a shower.

I think I shall load the dishwasher and do a load of laundry. Yes… that’ll fill my need to “do something useful” and yet still allow me to be lazy by not showering or getting dressed.

Brad and I together have 1326 mp3s. Probably more hiding on our harddrives somewhere.

I think I need to eat something. Lately, when I do eat, it isn’t very much, or isn’t very healthy. And living on a diet consisting mostly of Mountain Dew can’t be good for me.

I went to bed early last night, and woke up late this morning. That should mean I feel rested and ready to go, right? Well I don’t. Not at all. I could easily crawl back into bed and sleep another 10 hours.