dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the dreaded bean theory I have a love/hate relationship with chile con carne. Love it when it's in my mouth - all those delectable flavours. Hate it around two hours later, at a gut level, if you get my drift. Combine the hate-for-chile with insomnia at midnight on Sunday - the dreaded eve of a new week of unwanted toil - and well...we're in rather a stew here. And here I sit wide awake. I could even party if I had to - as long as giant fans were operating and everyone at the party had lost their nasal faculties. And I wonder, why can't I feel this way at 6:30 when the freaking alarm goes off? All chipper and [archaicly] gay. This hate'd better be over by the time I leave for work tomorrow. Or else...I'll be profoundly embarrassed. And pissed off. 12:05 a.m. - 2004-03-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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