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I spoke too soon. I bitched yesterday that I only got to go to Wal-Mart. Today I didn't even get that. Just lots of napping, a little reading, and the usual faking of interest in the stories and tales of my tubby roommate, Tubby.
Tuesday,
14 October, 2003 |
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| 6:42am (MDT) | Again, we were both awaken by nothing in particular, likely just habit. Grumbling both to myself and aloud. |
| 7:16am | Tubby headed down for breakfast, and I was again left in the room, alone. |
| 7:33am | I just finished the ending of Tom Clancy's Red Rabbit. Sort of makes me think I deserve a nap, don't you agree? |
| 6:57pm | Yes, I actually slept all day. And still no Tubby. Not that I miss his largeness, but I'm a bit hungry. The Saltines and Diet Pepsi that we got at Wal-Mart yesterday help, but it's certainly no fillet mignon dinner. |
| 9:48pm | Tubby waddles his chubby self back into the room. Interesting. |
| 10:01pm | Apparently, the DSL in the room is included in the price. This pleases me greatly. |
| 10:39pm | Oh lucky me -- Tubby wants to ramble on and on. Word of advice: by occasionally making eye contact and quacking out a "uh-huh," he seems to think I'm listening. It's a win-win in our quirky little relationship. |
| 12:44am | I'm tired of faking an interest in his life, his views on the world, relationships, and why it seems colder at 7am than at 4am. He's sort of a dork, really. But I'm going to bed. |