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2:38 pm | 07 December 2003 | as though your entire world hadn't capsized Okay. I am really trying to maintain here. I am sorry there are not more entries. I am scattered. Since entry previous, the following: So, my lovelies, you can perhaps understand the mega-blackness of my outlook and my little soul right now. I can't eat anything except some candy--i got about sixteen peanut M&Ms down yesterday, and today had some Poppycock**, & that's about it--so the sugar's making me loopy, too, and the possibility of sleep is right up there with the possibility of a golden Wonka-Ticket at this point. So things might be quiet, for a while. I gotta regroup. And in the meantime I'm getting dumber every day. clm. *You must remember that my folks are divorced but both remarried when I was preliterate so I have always had two sets--Team H, the parents with whom I share Nightmonkey and the Tape Wizard--and Team Dad, with whom I share my other brother (who sort of doesn't have a nickname, really, but who is super cute and funny for a basketball-jock type). Just to clarify. **Have you had this? Poppycock is generally rad. It's prefab bourgie caramel corn, but it has giant meaty glossy hunks of almonds and butter pecans clinging to the popcorn (unlike say the disappointment of Cracker Jacks, with its pathetic wizened two peanuts shivering in the bottom corner of the box), and generally Poppycock is THE SHIT so it is a real testament to my frazzledness that I can only eat like two pieces of it. Glargle. unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |