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Apr. 5th, 2004 11:15 pm
I want my hour back. I miss it.
I went through my site referrers, found a blog linking to me for no obvious reason, and found that said blogger was born in 1989. Kids born when I was in... fifth grade? Maybe sixth? are now old enough to have blogs. I think my hair is turning gray. Excuse me while I divorce my spouse of fourteen years, buy a red sports car and have an affair with a younger man, not necessarily in that order.
Or maybe I'll just die of infected cat bites. That's always an option, too. WebMD seems to think it's likely.
The other thing I've done is finish reading Middlemarch. ( Cut to spare you all. )
I went through my site referrers, found a blog linking to me for no obvious reason, and found that said blogger was born in 1989. Kids born when I was in... fifth grade? Maybe sixth? are now old enough to have blogs. I think my hair is turning gray. Excuse me while I divorce my spouse of fourteen years, buy a red sports car and have an affair with a younger man, not necessarily in that order.
Or maybe I'll just die of infected cat bites. That's always an option, too. WebMD seems to think it's likely.
The other thing I've done is finish reading Middlemarch. ( Cut to spare you all. )