Wednesday, September 10, 2003
I drank three gallons' worth of caffeinated beverages to propel me through the day, but now, of course, I cannot sleep. I keep jittering.at 12:25 AM
On Friday I might open a checking account at my bank. Abstract monetary transactions appeal to me more than wads of cash (not that I would reject any wad of cash). Plus, I want to order those personalized checks. In some magazine I saw ones with a Cat In The Hat-themed background that would suit me perfectly.
I cannot write anymore. That depresses me.
Sigh... time to wallow over ice cream.
