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i'm gripped by a sudden shiver that makes me bang my knees on the bottom of the desk. ...>.> ow. okay, i'm going to paint more primer on the chair, i guess. i hope mom returned those movies before they were overdue. i slept almost all day yesterday and then i slept another two hours this morning, too. i think sleeping is what i do if i would have to write otherwise, because writing is too pressureful. i do actually have a paragraph of the mythical karggo, but i don't think it should be the first paragraph. it isn't how i was planning to start, and it's a little linguistically involved and stiff. the temperature is fluctuating wildly. at dinner last night it was so hot i could barely move, and now i'm walking around in a sweatshirt and pajama pants and shearling slippers again. and shivering. and my hands are cold, too! color me indignant.

lillian is either sick, pretending to be sick, or exhausted. she spent the morning with her girl scout troop at the limited too. i mention this because i am slowly coming to believe that theh limited too is essentially evil. (and in so many new and creative ways.)

home and garden television wears thin. i need hermione's hourglass. forget about this, uh, moping around and kind of working. on monday i probably have to start not getting on the computer so much, because any hypothetical call-backs for the hobby lobbyish job would occur then. however unlikely.

no, i really want to write. i do! i can't. i just can't. although i could probably babble for ten pages in a non-fiction fashion about how unfair that was. no, i will NOT make icons right now!