:: Friday, August 02, 2002 ::

"Pink moon, pink, pink, pink, pink..." (Nick Drake)

Last night I dreamed that my mom suddenly began to shave my head so that the dentist could drill a hole in it. I flipped out because, after all, she hadn't even let me go wig-shopping yet! With half of my head naked, I jumped from car to car (a la Tom Cruise in "Minority Report") to find a wig, but couldn't find any.
I feel like I have to make two disclaimers of sorts.
1) I did not mean to seem bitter in my post yesterday. That was more of a generic rant than a personal exposé.
2) I realize that this has turned out to be more mid-day than "late-night conniptions." Sorry for the false advertising. See, I normally get home between 9 and 11:30 at night. I do mull over the thoughts I later post here, but I am usually too tired to do anything but play Snood (or, thanks to AmyBonner, Insaniquarium) and go to bed. I suppose once I get back to school, I won't have the luxury of going to bed, so this blog will stay more true to its late-night origins.
Three cheers today for sunbeams, money, and no sales taxes (although I was contrary and did all my shopping yesterday, because frankly, I don't enjoy doing things the way everyone else does)!
Have a great one, folks.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 9:40 AM :: + ::