Friday, August 12, 2005
Oh.
I don't want to go to work. I don't know why. I just don't feel like it. It's one of those days, you know? Where you don't feel like doing anything but wallowing in your own grossness. I'm having that. It's fun.
We went to Wal-Mart today, and I came very close to buying another fish. I like fishies. They make me happy. They're interesting. And cheap. Not like dogs. Or armadillo's. (At first, instead of armadillo, I wrote enchilada. My brain is working wonderfully this fine afternoon. And instead of wonderfully just there, I typed wonferdully. Oh dear. Lord help us all.)
Tonight I am going to a par-tay. In my best friends backyard. She lives next door. I bought her a great birthday card today. I also made her something very special. It looks like a dinosaur, but it's really a blue kangaroo. Secret agent style.
I keep on spewing nonsense out of my mouth. It's just terrible. I don't make any sense at all these days. Probably because I'm
ill and delusioned as a result of drinking tainted lake water last week. How exciting.
Hailey spazzed at 4:34:00 p.m.
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