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Went to bed early last night. Didn't MEAN to, but I was laying in bed looking at something and before you know it... out like a light. My apologies to those who thought that I was ignoring them online.

On the agenda tonight is either baking cookies and cleaning my apartment (which I was supposed to do LAST night) or seeing a movie. Or perhaps both. We'll see.

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Looking at my calendar, I see that it's time to wish my friends in New Zealand a Happy Waitangi Day!

If only I had friends in New Zealand.

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I find it extremely irritating when healty-looking people talk about how fat they are. But then, if i bitch about how fat I am, then I'm really just doing the same thing. Or if I complain about getting my pay cut, certainly someone with no job at all might see that as a slap in the face. If I complain that my feet hurt, I should expect someone with no feet to tell me to be thankful for what I've got. So the logical resolution is just to stop complaing altogether, but let's be honest: that ain't going to happen. So I'll just be a fat, underpaid freak with sore feet who hates it when people that aren't as fat as him complain about being fat. Fuck it. It's easier that way.