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Sunday, February 3rd, 2002

I have found my ideal domain name. I want it so, so badly.

Unfortunately, as you may recall, I do not have a credit card, and can therefore not purchase it.

I pray to all the Gods that it is not taken by the time I get one.

Otherwise, I will become a raving lunatic.

You do not want this to happen.

Anyway.

I've been fantasizing all day about my house. It's ridiculous, really. Anytime I have something important to do (today, it being my essay on Coleridge), I start day-dreaming about the future. Mostly, I was thiniing about being able to cook again. I miss cooking. I was imagining baking cookies and making salads and preparing a big pot of hawaiian meatballs and rice. Mm... Hawaiian meatballs...

Which reminds me.

Things I have eaten today:
- two cups orange juice, extra pulp
- fifteen crackers with cheddar cheese - nummy
- one cup tea, tazo chai, with three lumps and skim milk
- about ten Hershey's kisses - not so much nummy anymore
- one baby bell, red

But yesterday I had a whole meal, and popcorn. That's good, right?

This popcorn, actually, came with a movie. I went with Andrew and his floormate Jessa (not my Jessa, a new Jessa) to see A Walk To Remember. Worst. Movie. Ever. Not only were there huge plot holes, but there were moments of absurdity (apparently, Mandy Moore's mother grew up in a church) and big problems with continuity (at one point, Mandy's father was both playing with her fingers and holding them to his chest). But Andrew insists that the book was brilliant. Sure it was.

In any event, as I said before, I've been day-dreaming. And it's distracting me from my essay. As is this. So I'm going to stop now and get down to some heavy-duty typing. And maybe do some thinking. Or something.