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Monthly Archives: October 2002

Too much HTML can make you sick.

Thursday, October 10, 2002

So, update on Aunt Brunhilda. Apparently, she’s stopped eating completely. She hasn’t been brought to justice for the identity fraud and we’re not sure if she realizes that they’re onto her yet, but she’s simply stopped eating. The woman only probably weighs 98 pounds soaking wet already. Maybe she’s going to try to go into […]

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I left my ass in San Francisco

Tuesday, October 8, 2002

I am so very tired. JournalCon has thoroughly kicked my ass. I’ve somehow resprained my ankle. None of my pants are staying up anymore. I feel as though I’ve been beaten by a group of toddlers wielding pillowcases filled with pennies. Gah. Too tired from her vacation, poor Weetabix! It just makes your heart bleed, […]

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No sleep makes for a strange entry

Friday, October 4, 2002

I’m sitting in row 11 seat A on Midwest Express flight something or other. I was supposed to have been in seat 7D, sitting next to a very nice continental woman with a miscellaneous European accent. She was tiny. Maybe she was from Lilliput. Not sure. I do know one thing’ I hate typing on […]

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A weekend is nothing without 14 different shirts

Thursday, October 3, 2002

Gah. I might just be lapsing into JournalCon-induced insanity. I had a big luggage trauma a few days ago. My luggage was all too large. I kept thinking about how I’d be carting around the suitcase equivalent of a mobile home and how I’d have to slap a Wide Load sticker on the back of […]

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The Unbearable Lightness of Being a Hottie

Tuesday, October 1, 2002

I woke yesterday and had that languid kind of relaxed non-rushed feeling. It was a weekend feeling, transplanted to 7 am Monday morning, a rare thing indeed, especially when my day was due to be filled with a long conference call, a frantic search for a tailor to possibly take in my Scully suit, and […]

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