Diana's Diary

2001-12-11 - 6:28 p.m.

Spastic

Ever had one of those days when you just wanted to tell everyone around you to stop spazzing out for no reason? Because, you know, one spaz leads to another, and then it turns into this whole vicious thing. (Yes, I know that the term is "vicious circle." Why I don't just say that is a long story.)

We had our holiday luncheon at work today. My white elephant gift was a voodoo doll. I think I'm going to add a space on the doll which says "Stop Talking" which I will poke at when I am on conference calls. Ebie says that's fine, as long as I don't use it against her. Heh.

Our cable is out. Again. Only this time, it's not because Holden was screwing around with the wiring or whatever. My first inclination is to wonder whether or not he paid the bill, and if he didn't, will he, because I want my TV, dammit!

Our landlord got us a new washing machine yesterday, which was actually pretty cool of her. I have some laundry I need to do. But the new machine is in use now. Alas.

You know what? I kind of feel like spazzing out myself. Bleah!

Amusement of the day: I checked my stats yesterday, and discovered that someone found this site by searching for " 'diana does' + porn" on Google. Hee. Sorry, whoever you are, it's not that kind of site.

-Diana, signing off

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2003-12-16 - Ow! My Nose!
2003-12-15 - 'Tis the Season...For Moving
2003-11-17 - Rush, Rush
2003-11-03 - Apartment Hunting Sucks
2003-10-22 - Apparently, "nauseated" is a good look for me.

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