April 27, 2001

I cannot figure out what the heck is wrong with this site, but some of my pictures just refuse to load. They work just fine on my computer when I load the html files in the browser. Once they're free, though, they just don't work. ARGH! I don't understand.

Nothing much going on here. I'm trying to get to this cool sounding jazz show. A jazz poet, a former metalhead chick, and the former Christian rockband drummer get together for a show. I want to be there. I just hope my friends will be around to go too.

Plus, it's not a bad way to spend six bucks.

I'm off to the hardware store to find knobs and handles for a dresser I refinished two years ago. Oops. Sometimes I just forget the small things.

But this summer, no projects. Besides that journal website. It's going. It really is. I just have a lot of typing and formatting left to do.

Phil doesn't like Harry Potter. Sorry for the non-sequitor, but I think that's ridiculous! As ridiculous as not having handles for my dresser. He is obviously not in touch with his inner child. How can I date someone who's not in touch with their inner child? How could I... I meant. Cuz I'm not dating Phil. He's four hours away and he doesn't like Harry Potter! It's symptomatic.

He didn't want to hang out in the candy store that day but apparently he went back and bought enough candy to give himself a bellyache. Damn him!

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