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June 17, 2002-10:05 p.m. Ooh. I�ve been a bad Sa. Larry called me to tell me good night because he was certain that I was about to go to bed. I was in my truck. Driving. At 9:07 on a Monday night! And I hadn�t been home yet! He was practically speechless when I told him I had eaten dinner at 10:15 Sunday night and not gone to bed until ~gasp~ 11! Apparently the fact that I was not following what has been a longstanding and extremely reliable routine signifies to him that something is amiss in the universe. Oh no! Red-headed spinster out past nine on a week night! A Monday, no less! Isn�t that one of the signs of the apocalypse? **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
