i began writing three different entries today. but at about the halfway point i got bored with what i was saying, so they didn't get finished. i mean, if i was bored with what i was saying, why would i want to torture anyone else? yes, i know, i'm a saint. there's no need to thank me. *g*

i just feel like i have too many thoughts running around in my head. they're in some kind of race, where the winner is rewarded by being committed to paper.

but this is no normal race. it's like that speed skating event this past olympics where nearly everyone tripped and fell over each other. and the guy remaining was a total no-name. and even tho he won, everyone else falling all over the place got more coverage.

... hum. that probably didn't make sense to anyone other than me. oh well.

and there goes the doorbell. but you haven't heard the last of me today. *mwhawhahahahahaa*

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