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Sunday, April 28, 2002

Wow. Interesting day in journal land, hu? *lol* Yeah yeah, so I'm boring. Sue me. (actually, strike that; don't. I'm really broke)

Let's see....my Love went to his parents house this morning to help them tile their living room. Not that he knows how to tile floors or anything. His brother ended up doing all the actual know-what-you're-doing stuff, and my Love being the big, strong one of the family (no, really, his brother is like my height and weight and my Love is six feet and 190lbs) did the move and carry stuff around work. Needless to say, he was a bit tired at the end of the day. In the meantime, my friend Rand and I meandered out to Best Buy to look at stuff that I can't afford. (and to drool over MY DESK oh, it's so lovely oh and this lovely chair to go with it) We then went to the bookstore where I proceeded to spend an hour or so trying to find something 1)interesting 2)that I hadn't already read 3)more then 100 pages long. I read so many books so quickly that I just can't justify spending $6-8 on a book I'll have done by tomorrow. I also drooled at some lovely stationary/gift card sets that I'd love to send out through postcardx, but...having no job and no money I held off.

Came back, had some dinner and watched a couple dvd's. Wandered over to the pc and surfed and chatted a bit before deciding I should at lesat attempt an entry before heading to bed. So, here's my attempt. Pretty exciting hu? *not* ;) (so exciting that I got distracted looking at the best buy page and then wandering off somwhere else until I remembered I was supposed to be here writing an entry. Oh yeah. Hi, how ya doing?)

Blah. I think it's time for me to sleep. Yeah, I'm drifting in and out of paying attention anyway, making a ton of typos and my head is starting to hurt really bad again (damn migraines have been coming back this week with a vengence) so I'm gonna call it a night. Sorry if this made no sense. I'm not sure this entry even made sense to me and I wrote it. *shrugs* Night.

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