Feeling: clueless
Listening to: Poe - Junkie
Reading/Watching: entry #500 and cringing.

I just realized I have 507 entries. This here will be 508.

Holy cow.

I should've done something special for my 500th entry, something. Or something special for my 3-year-anniversary entry. Instead, #500 is this, and the two entries I wrote on the 3-year anniversary concerned drunkenness and cynicism. Yay for Katie and her special sense of posterity.

No, no special entry was made. I think I was still worn out from writing the two year anniversary last summer. Instead I just made #507 and #508 in the past hour and talked about how I didn't do anything special for #500.

Mrph. Still trying to figure out what I can do instead, 'cause that's just silly- it's the equivalent of finishing the first draft of a novel and saying, "eh. What's for lunch?" So here goes: woo for entry number 508! Yay! ::confetti and cannons and champagne and... things...::

Erm. So okay. Maybe not.

I really, really, really wanted to go to bed an hour or two ago. But my muscles are too tired to let me rest. Stupid muscles.

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