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Slothitude Feeling: Relaxed With all this extra time, I spent two hours in a bubble bath. People underestimate its powers; sculpting bubbles into interesting shapes is very, very good for stress relief (mountain, duckie, augmented boobies... I think it was the attempt at Mount Rushmore that was my undoing). I could turn the water on and off with my toes, flip the jacuzzi switch with the back brush, and just read over a hundred pages of Melanie Rawn until the bottoms of my feet looked like raisins. I got online, phenomenally bored, and joined oodles of diary rings. Then went so far as to organize them into categories. If there were an "anal" diaryring... Wait, there's not. I am going to make one now, just so I can say I'm the president of anality. (Oh, and don't ever ever rent from Blockbuster again. Boycott it. This is the fourth letter I've gotten from a collection agency wanting overdue charges for "Nightmare on Elm Street 6." I didn't even know there was a 6th one. And this is the fourth time I called, spoke to a manager, and was assured that this little problem has been cleared up, and the charges deleted from their system. Mrph.) Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |