March 5th, 2003


up early to shovel snow. Especially since I slept from about noon yesterday til 5am today...

OK, so I must get caught up.

Chicago, get ready to shovel out. You've got snow for your birthday present.

Roolet. Hope your show went well. I wanted to reply "Corky we love you! Corky we want you to live!" but couldn't.

Ren. Sorry i didn't call yesterday. I was schleepin'.

Bacon. Would it help to say I'm sorry? And that I'm not mad? And that I'm not looking forward to March 21 for my first opportunity to talk with you?

FlySkippy. Hope the snowballs didn't get in your computer.

Scott. How'd the Hebraic audition go?

and me? I've got a cold sore. It's obnoxious. but Abreva costs $12. So I'm using some crap called Herpecin and Zilactin.
  • Current Mood
    tired tired

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have I mentioned before that it's rather dull in Grafton? I'm almost looking forward to my next therapy session.

At least I'm going to go for lunch with Ren at George Webb's tomorrow...and I talked with her today for well over an hour...that was fun.

The most fun I've had all week, really.
  • Current Music
    Howard Shore - The King Of The Golden Hall


so Roolet blocked me on IM this morning cuz I got snippy in response to her snippiness. She says she still doesn't trust me. *shrugs* Will I turn out to be as much of an ass as one of her former boyfriends? I doubt it very much. Can i blame her for not wanting to give that any opportunity of happening? Nope. I can point out that I, myself, am not one of those creepy ex-boyfriends, but after that whole bed-stabbing thing, will anyone believe me? Not likely.

Ah, well. At least my therapist believes me.