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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Filling space

Not much to report except that I had my retina appointment on the 9th. No blood. NO fluid. Vision may be improving s l o w l y. I don't have to go back for 10-12 months. Woohoo!

Since I have nothing else to say, here are a few thoughts that have been running through my head lately and some other weirdness thrown in for fun.

I don't like that Good Nites commercial where the little boy says "usually when I wet the bed, it's an accident." Usually?? That implies that sometimes, just sometimes, the little bastard does it on purpose.

If I were thinner, would I be married already?

Columbia's hat won't stay on.

Where did the jester's hat go?

I have half a bottle of whiskey around here somewhere.

I bought myself flowers yesterday at Wal-Mart.

I wish I could have an It's a Wonderful Life moment.

I didn't even get a postcard.

What's that red, blotchy mark on my leg and how long has it been there?

Down some pills, up some hope. This karma machine only takes quarters.

Did I put stamps on the mail at work before I mailed it?

I should dust.

Wonder where my remote control is.

Mary Kelly looked nothing like Heather Graham.

I think that's enough for now. I'm gonna go read now and patiently wait for Night Court to come on. Maybe play Text Twist or Diner Dash a couple hundred times.


posted by Beth 7:41 PM
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