I got up at 4:30 this morning and here I sit at my computer, like Schroeder at his keyboard. Come to think of it, that really does look like me. I think I need to schedule an appointment with my hair stylist -- Mr. Flowbee. My two cats ALMOST played with each other this morning. But whenever one of them starts, the other chickens out. They're waiting for me to climb into my recliner and then it will be a mad race to see who can jump on me first. I can't believe it's Thursday already. Still no car. They're waiting for parts. But I'd rather have it there than have to drive it in this rainy weather. The PT Cruiser will do so long as I yell, "This isn't my car!" whenever anyone looks at me. I have to cook my work lunches today. I'm thinking Japanese-style curry-chicken. Guess I'll have to go to the store when it opens and get the ingredients. Breakfast time. I'll have to see what I have in the kitchen to taunt the peacenick hunger strikers. I have a hankering for eggs and corned beef hash.
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