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Wednesday, Jan. 12, 2005 - 6:12 a.m.

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Six A.M. Was Waitin Round the Corner to Spring Upon Me!!

dangledy dang.
fuckity fuck.

I started to start one with poopity but that was just too pitiful.

Anyhows. I just wrapped up four packages for mailing tomorrow, updated my links on my comics page etc etc etc and now it is 6:12 am.

HOW does that happen?

I gotta get to bed. Oh yeah. I gotta MAKE the bed... washed three loads of laundry, did the dishes. I am so dang domestic. sheesh!

Disappearing Boy has decided for whatever reason that he DOES want to paint in my smaller room... so he's coming over in the early evening to move furniture around. My moroccan livingroom furniture is going to slide in with the plants so he can paint in the back half of the room. It won't be as cozy with bluegreen watery walls, but the painting goes well with the couch. I'll have to move the Christmas tree into the studio.

Why not just take it down? Haha, I need to paint it tomorrow... the homework assignment for the watercolor class was to paint lights and I figure it will be easier to paint the tree than try to look across the street at the houses that still have lights up. Actually maybe I am the only one who still HAS their lights up. oops!

Well, yeah, gotta paint the tree.

Dang I am tired.
gotta sleep gotta sleep.
oh yay.
they are predicting freezing rain. Then a high of ten degrees on Thursday... that is SIXTEEN degrees above normal.

THEN it will go to minus 15 the next day. Dang. Can we say wind? Skating rink? Sheesh. I would rather have spring once a year rather than three times a month.

hugs y'all.
i'll try to find time to read diaries another day, i really will.

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