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I've been alternately ill, busy, and sick of the internet, but since I continue to delude myself that you folks pay the $9 a month to read my journal as well as look at me bop around the desert, kitchen, or pool hall in various stages of undress, I must gather my words and make a decent entry not having to do with my love of small green fruits preserved in brine.

I am currently still in search of something new to put in that pink box over there under "OCCUPATION." It's gotten to the point where I've given up on translation and editing and will probably try to convince local Mexican restaurants that a fully bilingual waitress would be an asset. Whatevah. Fortunately, making rent is not a threatening situation right now, so I can take my time.

I ate a box of my favorite truffles yesterday, and I feel already like ordering something else from Vosges. Once my mailing situation is straightened out, I'm going to move my entire wishlist to their website. Chocolate is much more satisfying than a new DVD here and there. Pay attention, boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends, and wives! The day of reckoning approacheth, and I warn you, you want to be on the good side of this foul demon!

All of my free time is spent adding to and editing the Wikipedia. No wonder I'm unemployed, sitting cross-legged on a couch, eating strange chocolates.

Time to go to the grocery store. PICARD OUT.

Addendum 01.22.05: How excited am I for the NFC game tomorrow? Answer: REALLY.