Saturday, May 24, 2003 - 1:04 p.m.

12:27 p.m. Sitting at my computer trying to dig deep and find the energy to finish my blog entry about the American Idol 2 post-party.

12:33 p.m. Sitting at my computer realizing I have absolutely no interest in thinking about the party let alone reliving it in blog form.

12:35 p.m. Decide to read some of my past entries for inspiration.

12:38 p.m. Oh my God I can’t spell, I have serious run-on sentence problems, I write "know" instead of "no", "your" instead of "you’re", I’ve no clue when it comes to punctuation, and am constantly misusing words and I’ve only read two entries. Fuck it, my stuffs good anyhow.

12:42 p.m. I’m in a mood. Maybe it’s because I’m sick. Maybe it’s because I’m tired. Or maybe it’s because I’m sprawled on the couch jacked up on six different cold medicines with a homemade mustard pack drying on my chest while soaking my feet in an Epson Salt bath in-between refilling the humidifier or maybe it’s because I’ve met a guy that I’m completely intrigued by that I’m supposed to go out with tomorrow but afraid I’ll still be too sick to go.

12:48 p.m. I can’t stop thinking about Bean and how much I like talking with him on phone and how he makes my laugh and how much I like listening to his laugh. I guess I’m a little nervous because I know he had a date with Friday Night Guy and I’m Sunday Morning Guy. I keep waiting for the phone to ring and it’s Bean telling me that he and Friday Night Guy decided to go to Palm Springs for the long weekend and he’ll give me a call next week or the week after.

12:49 p.m. For my sake as well as his I hope it’s the over-the-counter’s that’s making me wacky but most likely its not.

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