8.7.2002
 
At 4:00am in the morning, I have contemplated:

- that coffee late at night should be reserved for the school season, not during my vacation/holiday

- writing a Harry Potter/Sandman crossover fic (and I have the first 1,600 words down; just waiting for Karen to read what I have so far)

- Neil Gaiman is a true literary genius who can take his talent anywhere from books to comics to screen plays to radio plays.

- no Walmart, Kmart, or Target-esque store carries comics anymore

- there was an abundance of cute punker/skater guys at Wal Mart today

- "with each pound you've lost you've taken a step towards becoming a completely flaming queen" says my sister

- getting odd stares from the store's workers as I wonder outloud which brand of make-up has the better felt-tip liquid eyeliner brush is very entertaining

- shaving my legs again purely for the heck of it

- shaving my legs so that I can say that I'm part of a swim team (ha!)

- sleeping

- ... but then realizing that a third of my life is spent unconscious anyways so there you go

- as much as I love my new boxers, they're far too short!

- stopping this entry before I start revealing progressively bizarre facts into my life

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