2001-11-23/ poetry, depression, the evil grandchild, bracelets again.

and oh yes. i got a diaryland account for all my stupid poetry. though i really like the newest one for which the site is named.

sigh.

i'm depressed. amazing, isn't it?

i wasn't able to do anything yesterday because the evil grandchild came over and took over everyone's lives again. which includes the computer room; her crib is in here. so she ran around and abused the animals and got shiny metal objects and ran away when we tried to get them from her and screamed with all her strength at everything.
rarrr. she's nearly two and she only grunts. she won't speak one word. fah.

so that's enough time wasted on her.

here i am now to work on templates because that makes me happy.

my bracelets now number two hundred six. and that's not even counting the glitter-water-filled ones. yay.
i thought of something. i'm in this deep pit of depression; and all of these things that i obsess mightily over are rungs on a ladder. wheeeeeeeeee metaphors.

and oh yeah! once more.
seamonkies?oh yes, thank you. **snort**


(5:38) the sky is extremely beautiful right now. pink and blue and orange and purple, with puffs of cloud sprinkled over... my.

2:56 p.m. E
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