January 20th, 2006

tres drole

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Had strange dreams last night of taking drugs and waking up naked in the park with other such people and all of us being very... amused by it. Also that someone was trying to kill me. I think I need to get out of the house.

I know I should get some cleaning done and other such errands but am tempted instead to steal my dad's copy of Wired and watch Perry Mason. Is it a credit or an insult to the show that I must have seen most episodes already yet cannot usually remember whodunnit? Of course, it has been a while. Me and Raymond Burr were best buds back during school breaks. I am aaanncient!

Speaking of which my birthday is in two weeks. Must find something exciting to do. Oh, how I wish I were not born in dreary February! The beach sounds so lovely. (And free)