Friday, September 02, 2005
The past several days have been spent on minimal sleep, which gradually erodes my brain tissue, makes me break out with numerous zits and red facial marks, and turns my eyes bleary red.
Tomorrow I need to journey forth for acrylic paints to seal the aqueduct and potting soil to bury it in (the money for which I do not have). Then I shall darken the doors of Academy to find a onepiece bathing suit (an additional expenditure).
I'm an expensive little thing.
Sunday, one of my Sam's managers (Paul) assured me, I shall be informed of my schedule, which I shall then incorporate into the rest of my weeks, so that I may then finally schedule an eye doctor appointment and an ear doctor appointment. Going blind or deaf would impair my life plans.
Ich bin zu müde zu schreiben.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:20 PM]