Seems as if my head is in some sort of overdrive. I have to "go see a guy about a dog" in the morning. I have an outfit picked out, and have been practicing crossing my legs at the ankles.
I have no idea what they want to know, or what they will ask.
I have no idea if my hair will turn out.
I have no idea how I will come off.
I do know I need sleep or I will look old and tired, and puffy.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
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