It is 7:45 am and i want to be asleep. i finally hit the happy sleepy spot and it was feeling good. There was no dream to exhaust me and i was floating along in the clouds above dreamland what my alarm went off with some guys yelling on it. i almost wept.

Bust instead of weeping, i got up and showered, dressed, and realized i got up early then cleaned the bathroom. (just don't ask - i get weird notions when i first wake up. i am NOT a morning person. Nor am i a 'just woke up' person) Now, i am here. Writing.

i spent about 3 hours working on a template for a friend last night and it was almost finished. It was beautiful. Perfect. It lacked, like, two little things that were easy. This is the same one i have done and redone three times, then scrapped the whole thing and started fresh.

Corel ate it and burped.

Angel had disabled the auto save i thought had been running.

i was sure i'd saved a few times but i guess i hadn't for the first time EVER.

i have to start over tonight.

whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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confessed on Saturday, Sept. 21, 2002