Great Christ, what a nightmare! Not only was Inet-Images down for two days, but last night Netcom was wonky as well! I could only sign on once every 50 tries, download a couple of pieces of e-mail, and then it would crash again. Yecchh!

I swan, sometimes I think I am the biggest chicken alive.

The stupidest thing terrifies me: sick flies. I don't mind regular flies too much--they land on you, you wave your hand at them, and they fly away! Easy peasy! But if the fly is, say, under the weather, they don't fly away when you wave at them. And when that happens I start screaming and screaming as though the fly is actually Jason Voorhees or something, until the kitties come running to me to find out what's wrong.

I don't know why, I really don't know why, but it just creeps me out so massively.

I was walking down the street the other day, and on one corner there were about five people with clipboards at regular intervals doing a hair survey, and EVERY ONE of them ignored me and tried to flag down the woman behind me.

Something fucking wrong with my hair? It's not good enough to survey?

The mirror in the ladies room at work is about the most badly placed mirror I have ever seen. It is hung too low for me to see my face in it. The absolute tallest I could be to look in that mirror and see my entire head is 5'5", although if I were 2' tall, I would be able to see myself nicely.

someone should tell the deranged individual who hung this mirror that there are a hell of a lot more women who are 5'10 1/2" than are 2' tall.

They're doing the Pepsi Points again, so I'm saving them, natch, but there are supposed to be extra points under the cap every one in eight. All I have to say is, that is a BIG CROCK!

I've drunk about 25 since I got back, and I haven't gotten the extra points even once!

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