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Flannel sheets, take me away!
Jan. 5th, 2003 11:10 pmI want to write, eventually. I want to write about going to Bernie's with 
a saucy librarian type last night to see The Reacharounds, and I want to write about Rabbit-Proof Fence, and I even want to write about how I've been cranky for seemingly no reason this weekend. I want to write about my bafflement (is that a word?) about how my insurance company can charge me a $75 deductible for a $39 lab test. I might even want to write about how my vacuum seems to be broken, and how I only found out /after/ I dumped that powdery smelly crap all over the apartment, and the cats kept sneezing.
But thenmy hero brought over her vacuum. So I think maybe instead of writing about all of those things, I will drag her into my bed with her book and my copy of Orlando that I have from the library, and just cuddle up for an hour or so. Maybe that will cure the crankypants.
a saucy librarian type last night to see The Reacharounds, and I want to write about Rabbit-Proof Fence, and I even want to write about how I've been cranky for seemingly no reason this weekend. I want to write about my bafflement (is that a word?) about how my insurance company can charge me a $75 deductible for a $39 lab test. I might even want to write about how my vacuum seems to be broken, and how I only found out /after/ I dumped that powdery smelly crap all over the apartment, and the cats kept sneezing.But then
my hero brought over her vacuum. So I think maybe instead of writing about all of those things, I will drag her into my bed with her book and my copy of Orlando that I have from the library, and just cuddle up for an hour or so. Maybe that will cure the crankypants.
