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Tuesday August 21 2001 - 5:18 p.m. Holy crapoly. Thunder. Lightning. Rain. Hail. Sky is green. Maybe we'll have a tornado? We had one once before, you know. Storm's a-brewin. Actually, it's already here. Boy, is it. Preeeeety lightning. Pounding rain. Maybe I'll get electrocuted. Then Tony would feel bad for mocking me. This morning, I tried to fix my bathmat with my toes as it had gotten all squooshed up wrong. And it wouldn't move because the bottom is made of rubber, allegedly to keep it from getting all squooshed up wrong. And because I'm a lazy, lazy woman and don't like to bend down or admit defeat, I just kept trying to move the little bastard and it wasn't having any of it. The thought I had as I (finally) gave up and bent down to fix it with my hands was, I'm glad I have opposable thumbs. Because, see, I'm brilliant early in the morning. I say hurrah for thumbs. If anyone knows a literary agent, I will kiss their entire face. Scratch that. If anyone can introduce me to a literary agent, I will kiss their entire face. And they have to be the non-fee-charging kind. Or no kisses. Only a semi-warm "thanks." And maybe a halfhearted punch on the arm. And that leads me to my last thought, which is that I don't think enough people do that chin-chuck thing any more. Or wink. But if you're middle-aged and spooky, don't wink. We're better off without that kind of winking. I'm going to go make a list.
-Mlle R
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