2001-03-04 :: 6:01:29 pm

Jesus, who let the manic depressive write in my diary for that last entry?

I'm feeling a little better now. Probably because I showered and got the crust uncaked from my eyes and I had some eggs and watched Mystery Science Theater 3000.

I think the best course of action with this whole Rock Star Ex/HH debacle is to forget she exists. He is not allowed to mention her to me until I have a kickass boyfriend, unless it is to inform me that they've broken up.

Today, Stoosh is five years old.

We will celebrate Rock Star Ex bringing her home from the shelter for me two years ago today.

I'm making dinner. And cinnabuns.

And I will put a smile on this face.

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