November 10, 2001
	The week of un-fun continues.  On Thursday my alarm clock decided to die a rather odd eath on me.  Instead of the alarm going off it will display a random time and stay silent, and then yesterday evening the radio came on for no reason.  It is the devil clock, and the station that came on was Christian "rock", however since I kept set to fundie stations for the alarm function, that wasn't a part of the colck being evil.  Nothing gets me out of bed faster in the morning then hearing about how god is punishing us with anthrax.        I'm kind of happy, I found out how to give my Sims' money.  So now all of the Sim familys live in very posh houses.  I'm very proud of the homes of the lesbian superfamily. I know this sounds loserly, but keep in mind that there's very little to do at 2 in the morning, and I don't have a TV.      It's freaky in Florida.  I miss fall, or at least a sensible change of weather.  I've started weraing long sleeve shirts move often.  The tempature hasn't changed that dramtically, but it's November and I think that it should be nice and cold.  However it's not cold, no matter what my hands and feet think.      Victory Mansions continue to get vandalized.  Now the vandalism is even making it into my dreams.  Last night I dreamt that I was going to lunch, and the elevator was dark and filled with piles of clothing.  At least I think that was a dream and not something hat really happened.  I have seen discarded clothing on the elevator floors.  So far to award for elevator most destroyed in a night goes to an elevator that on Saturady night had the bars on the side ripped off, a halter top lying on the floor, a empty pack of smokes, a bottle of beer, and something else that I think ya'll can figure out on the floor.  I took the stairs that day.     Ealier today I had "Thank You" stuck in my head.  Not a bad song in and of itself, but it makes me thing of white boy rappers, and that's not good. Undertow: Suzanne Vega I believe right now if I could I would swallow you whole I would leave only bones and teeth We could see what was underneath And you would free then Once I thought only tears could make us free Salt wearing down to the bone Like sand aganist the stone Aganist the shoreline I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I you I wanted to learn all the secrets From the edge of a knife From the point of needle From a diamond From a bullet in flight I would be free then I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you I wanted to see how it would feel To be that sleek And instead I find this hunger's Made me weak I believe right now if I could I would swallow you whole I would leave only bones and teeth We could see what was underneath And we would be free then, free then I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you
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