Yesterday I sat around doing nothing all day, what a bore. I am almost certain to grow moss soon. We rehearsed a bit, and I did dye my hair, but other than that it was a day of sitting and staring.

I am so sick of this goddamn grey weather, it's all clouds and chill and waking up in the morning and not being able to tell whether it is 6a or noon or 7p, as it all looks the same. It's supposed to be like this until next Sunday of all things.

Lenten entries missed:

Colleen apparently moved everything over to LiveJournal, could have been paid not to sing, joined the rank of cell phone users, wanted to take off all of her clothes and frolic in the woods, found out about her mother's relaxing trip to Hawaii, blew up her TV, was scared of being evaluated, her daughter was suspended, made a big fauz pas, was filled with worries, and found a man on her pillows.

Today's horoscope:
Even if you haven't been working straight through these last few days, let somebody think otherwise. Your reputation takes over when your efforts falter. You're pleased to let an obvious miracle happen.

One year ago today:
And of course, I am a complete sap for a story about a woman who misses her dead boyfriend so much that he has to come back.

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