Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Why oh fucking why did they take away my ephedra? Public health hazard? A few hundred people over the course of a decade felt dizzy? Aww. Maybe someone over at the CDC has heard of tobacco? Alcohol? No?

Money talks. Fuck that, it yodels.

I want to start working on my dream house. Granted, I'm not an architect and I'd definitely need one to go over my plans to fix all my stuff that doesn't meet local code, physics or common sense, but it's a start. I want villa del tabula rasa. I want lots of clean lines, no clutter, comfortable as all git-out and a bathroom that says "have sex on this floor."

Ok, ignore that last part. ... Ok, don't ignore that last part. I have somethi^M^M^Mone on my mind right now. How is it that I find her nothing short of drop-dead hot even after ten months? I start thinking about her body and I get all glassy-eyed. And don't even get me going about this last visit.

Yipes. New topic. So I'm going to spend this morning doing coffee-fueled code. Hence my opener. Couldn't sleep longer than 3 hours. Gr.

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