June 12th, 2002

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lack of sleep sucks...

can't sleep, clown will eat me can't sleep, clown will eat me...

that's what I feel like. can't sleep. Dunno why, it's not like I can use the sleep...

I *really* tried to sleep at 12:30. I really did. And I failed, miserably.

Anyway, I think I'll pick tomorrow to lie low and do work on this fucking room.

And my gift for Patrick comes tomorrow, which makes me happy. I'll be handcarrying it to Halifax, to give him as a token of our first time meeting in person. I hope he'll like it. I can't say much more about what I'm doing, because Patrick reads this journal and I want it to be a surprise. You'll all find out what it is as soon as I can get to a computer in Halifax.

It's coming by way of Britney's friends. (That's kinda a house in-joke. Britney's our dog. When something bugs her, she starts barking. Somehow, she's associated the sound of a UPS truck pulling up as a threat, and so starts barking like crazy. Jill said the last UPS guy basically ditched the package and ran for his truck, that's how nervous they were of her. So, as a warning to the family, it's often, "Britney's friends are paying a visit..." Oh, the joys of having a dog. :)

Anyway, I think I'll go and try to sleep again, and failing that, reading Science of Discworld
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