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Tuesday, Jul. 23, 2002 @ 7:11 P.M.

Aaaaarrrrrgh!

What a wasted day. I did nothing, literally. I watched TV, an lounged around in my pajamas. It was too hot to go outside. It's too hot to do much of anything, really.

Yesterday was pretty lackluster, as well. I think that having too many managers at one time makes us pretty lazy... but we did get everything done quickly, despite the fact that I brought my laptop and The Sims.

Weirdness... I just went out to find something to drink and my dad tells me that he wants me to buy a lotto ticket for him, 'cuz I'm lucky. I can't believe it, but that's what he said. I guess he doesn't see lottos as a form of gambling like I do. I would never do it on my own, but for my daddy, I'll do it. He's doing much better, by the way, but he can't drive. He still has to feeling in his extremities so it makes him tough to walk about and such. So, he's on paid sick leave... I just hope that his muscles don't lose cohesion or something. It's disturbing to see him helpless and shuffling around like an old man. I just can't stand it most of the time, so I usually go out or sequester myself away. That and I'm still having problems with my feelings for Chris. Ooooo... Moises made me sooooooo mad last night! He kept pestering me when I told him that I didn't want to talk about it. I told him it's all there online in my journal, but noooooooo!! He has to be a little dweeb and keep whining about how he wants the information first person. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it because it just puts me into a rage, but he said it would be better for me to talk about it. I have talked about it, online... in writing so I could see what I'm saying and not blindly saying things I'll regret. He said it's better to talk about it. Finally, I just screamed at him and dropped him off at his house. Man! He knows how to push my buttons and I'm so pissed at him right now... it's not even funny. I really don't want to talk to him anymore.

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