1:59 p.m.
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28 January, 2004

I'm in a cheerfully happy, but sorta not kinda mood. I still haven't got Rebekah's letter, which disappoints me every morning. Even the snow couldn't cheer me up. Which is not surprising, since I don't really like the stuff. I worry about the animals and the old people. Won't somebody PLEASE think of the children!!!!! Etc.

Still not getting along with the girls, though I'm not sure if they actually notice. I'm staying out their way mostly. Like a hamster.

Going out tonight. I suddenly noticed that I only have about ten straight friends. Good friends, I mean. This perplexes me. Where did all the straight people go?

After I finish this entry, I'm going to buy clothes... maybe even a new coat. I can't afford it, I spend too much money just existing, but that can't be helped. I want new things, dammit!

I need a sugar daddy. Or just a plain ordinary daddy who's not tight with his money.

I cried last night over the student fees vote. How sad am I. I was convinced that someone in government was actually going to break through the plastic of the current administration and actually DO something for the people. I know, I should have known. Tony, the Emperor of PR and maniacal grins has won out again.

Plus, Lord Hutton deserves a bitch slap... I wonder if I can get time off from my politics course to travel up to London.

Anyway, enough of this blather, I think I need shoes too.

Woody Woodison of Woodstock emailed me. Yay! I really have everything that should technically make me happy right now. Except the letter from my gothic mermaid... and presents from a multitude of random admirers. Damn Royal Mail.

See ya later alligator.