matilda-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't give a shit that it's Friday Things could be worse. How many times can I say that? Mom is, shall we say, a little under the weather. I wanted to be there when she woke up, to let her know she wasn't alone. She wanted to come home but couldn't, so here I was trying somehow to make up for that. She woke up for a few minutes a little after 4 this morning. I went ahead and drove to work to grab some things and I've ended up staying. I'm tired but I don't think I could sleep. Mom will be fine. I'm going out later for more hermit crabs. They've got ones with little sunglasses glued onto the shell. But I hear they don't like that much. No smell yet from Herman. I'm having stomach pains today. Pieces of chocolate glaze from a donut on my floor. I know who did it. And the coffee in my Van Gogh cup has turned cold. Where are the mochas? Am I not loved anymore? Slap me silly. 08:48 - Friday, Jun. 21, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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