Saturday, March 9, 2002 - 01:20 a.m.

HELP! i can't escape the internet. didn't end up watching any tv. just spent an hour looking up random people from my past using google.ca - such a dirty habit. churned up some juicy memories and uncovered a choice secret or two...

am dying for a proper chat but it's too late to call anyone and the dude is plugged out. he's high making conversation dry. a small (read tiny) part of me considered going online and making new anonymous friends. haven't done anything like that in eons. seems like too much effort. i am better off hitting the sack.

i talk like such an old fart sometimes. i need to update my vocab stat.

right, must pry fingers away from keyboard and go read book (modercai richler's 'barney's verison - i acquired much good reading while in hospital - all free!.) should ideally wake up in time for some qt at the gym - must attone cheese + chocolate sins.

e.

Saturday, March 9, 2002 - 12:45 a.m.

growing crumbs under the sofa cushions isn't my only new hobby. i am also obsessed with checking adina's blog. she's a champ writer.

it's weird being sober all the time. am trying to overcome my chocolate + cheese addictions too. will ween ever forgive me?

i've been aching to write... finally uncorked it today. it'll probably take a few days for the jizz to release and something of substance to pump out...

hehe. jizz is a ridiculous word, it even looks funny.

can you tell i've been incredibly horny of late? must be the messed up weather. my estrogen has spring fever but my ovaries are still hibernating. it's very confusing.

i wonder if anyone reads this dumpy thing anymore. wish i was inspired, motivated and dedicated enough to actually spend an hour a day writing something "real" (as in fiction - oh the irony) instead of this stream of conscious bullshit. maybe once i hit the bottle again.. i am such a romantic.

back to the boob tube. daria's on and i've been especially angry of late.

e.

Friday, March 8, 2002 - 12:07 p.m.

i have re-entered the world as a couch potato. a yummy orange sweet potato but a sloth like spud nonetheless. am i making sense? probably not. i am finally back at work, but when i get home i am nothing more than a vegetable, rotting my brain away in front of the tube.

i have become addicted to the lamest programming ever and am amazed that i still have not seen *every* episode of law & order or the simpsons. will i ever catch up?

e.