Monday, August 25, 2003

Hailey is truly bizarre.

Today when I woke up, the song "If I Were A Rich Man" from the musical Fiddler On The Roof was stuck in my head, and it has been ever since.

Before vaccuming today, I attempted to fix the broken thingy on the vaccum with packing tape which just messed it up even more and made my vaccuming job rather difficult.

Breakfast for me today was two cookies and an apple.

Kati: Where can you find henna powder?
Mara:Who's that?
that gave me a good laugh on the phone today. The story is too long and dull for me to type out on here, but that was the best part.

It's 2:26 in the afternoon and I have yet to get out of my pyjamas. This isn't unusual, however. In the summer the only time I bother to get dressed if I have to go out in public.

There is a fly in my room. He is always in my room and never leaves. He enjoys hovering near my lamp at night while I am reading. I really hate this fly, but decided to name him Walter, because I think that Walter is a good name for a fly. [I think it was also a good name for an uncle at one point, but perhaps this uncle has died. I really can't be sure]

I really am a useless house-cleaner. I have no talent for house-cleaning whatsoever. Maybe I'm allergic to it.







Hailey spazzed at 2:34:00 p.m.

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