7.4.2003
 
Damn people and their Independence Day celebrations.

No one's online for me to annoy.

I should call people to hassle them, but I lack the energy...

Given all the cleaning I've done for the past 48 hours, I am now an official Stepford wife... sans the 50's attire, pearl necklace, and husband with a mean streak. I think I'd fit much better as a servant in a Victorian house a la The Manor House.

Here's the kicker. The guests are arriving at midnight. Which means that they'll be far too tired to comment/inspect how clean our house is. Stupid little details.

I'm in need of a good shave (no full on beard, but this stubble is annoying me). Sis is holed up in the bathroom showering at the moment and, knowing my luck, when the room's finally open I'll have to talk to someone online that I really don't feel like talking with.

... ah ha. I was right.

Damn.

Happy fireworks day.

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