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quiet days are like that ~ October 23, 2003 - 11:01 p.m.

today was a quiet day.

I slept late, hitting my snooze alarm every ten minutes for something like four hours. I am amazed that my dad, whose home office is right around the corner from my bedroom, doesn't say anything about this. but dad's not really a saying-anything-about-it kinda guy. not into friction.

I got up late and watched two episodes of buffy. willow went on a grief-fueled magic rampage after her girlfriend was killed, and tried to end the world. spike got his soul back, in a twist that utterly surprised me.

I got a temp job for tomorrow and monday, at some financial office downtown. they asked if I had a suit. I almost laughed out loud.

I went out for thai food with my dad, something we only do when mom's working late, since she hates all forms of asian cuisine.

unbelievable, that.

I read for a while, six out seven by jess mowry, which I am enjoying deeply in spite of certain early reservations.

watched tv with my folks after mom got home. picked out some fairly respectable clothes (although not a suit by any means) and put them in the wash.

a quiet day, like that. you know.

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