2001:October:30
2001
How bizarre. Upon some legitimate pretext for hopping on the Internet, I took a daring moment to type in "farscape rocks andromeda sucks" in the google search engine. I quickly chose one of the results and got this online diary of this person who live in Colorado, loves the new tori amos album, likes Enterprise mildly, and loves Farscape - and even mentions salon.com. Now THAT's what I wanted this interenet to do: connect me with similar people like this. (Not that I'm going to contact him/her. It's merely interesting).
Leslie called me at work today. I am reminded again that my worlds (friend, school, work) are soooooooo far apart (as in I'm a big fake at work) that it's nearly impossible for me to sound like "Kristen" at work. Sorry Leslie (if you're reading).
As Mark is gone, the nights are colder, and I get three snuggly cats surrounding my warm body. I'm one of those nuts who gets annoyed if the heat so much as comes on in the middle of the night. I prefer very cold outside and snuggly warm under the electric blankie (it's not as if I live in Minnesota, so this is quite an easy thing to endure).
