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Strategy

December 29, 2004 Leave a comment

Today, whenever I feel particularly tired out, I do 10 push-ups. This is to see if lethargy is due, in part, to just being lazy and not exercising. My limbs have not felt particularly attached for the past two days.

Then again, maybe it’s just the mind-numbingly dull catalog proofreading.

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My nun aunt

December 29, 2004 Leave a comment

is fine. She leafs through books on Buddhism and says she needs a new religion. This is said partly in jest, as she’s at peace with her faith in the God of Catholicism, but she’s a little less sure of his Church. She is not a Republican, though people often find this hard to believe – they just don’t meet enough blue state nuns. My aunt does not like the thought of abortion, but she says there are bigger things.

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Doggies

December 28, 2004 Leave a comment

I think that’s a quote from Diana Wynne Jone’s Witch Week, the part where Simon, under a not-so-evil spell, writes “Doggies” as a fake journal entry. Controversial fact: I believe that Jones’ stuff is better than J.K. Rowlings’, if for no other reason than it’s much shorter.

Anyway, I turned 28 and Christmas happened, on the same day as it usually does. I bought my parents a DVD player and hooked it up for them. They are convinced I am a genius, even though I tried to show them that all the cables are, in fact, color coded to the correct sockets. Hey, wha

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Almost finished

December 21, 2004 Leave a comment

Christmas shopping. I went to the outdoor fair at Bryant Park yesterday in the 12 degree weather. I negelected to buy ice cream at the Ben & Jerry’s stand but bought some lovely gifts for people instead. Also, I think I freezer-burned my shins.

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A Recent Phone Conversation

December 21, 2004 Leave a comment

Me (answering the school phone): TaeKwon-do school, can I help you?

My Martial Arts Master (on the other end of the line): You can’t help me.

AWKWARD SILENCE.

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Had a dream

December 6, 2004 Leave a comment

that I was pregnant and had once known but had forgotten who the father was. The house had burned down, and my mother was either sewing of haggling with someone for denim skirts. Yeah, I get it, everyone dies alone, in a freakish post-apocalyptic wasteland. Weird.

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