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Thursday, Dec. 04, 2003 @ 11:50 pm
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Massive headache going on right now. The kind that feels like and evil little man with a big hammer crawled in your head and started playing the anvil chorus on your sinus cavity.

OK who ever sent the snow back to Fargo, please come and take it back please. I'm starting to remember what I don't like about this state (among other things, see two entries back). But today was a real kicker, after I dropped Warren off at school this morning I headed for the Fargo Public Library. I had time, and really needed a caffiene fix, so I stopped at my old favorite C-store, M&H. I walk in and what do I see getting hot coffee, some blonde (it figures) chick wearing denim shorts, a blue cotton t-shirt, ankle socks and keds. I had to double check the calander and the latitude. I figure either A)she is the world's earliest case of menopause and couldnt' take the hot flashes anymore, (though why the coffee then?), b)she had a traumatic brain injury that left impervius to temperatures, C)she really really needs to do laundry, or D)she unknowingly stepped thru some sort of undiscovered wormhole, and hasn't yet fully realized that she isn't in Florida, and its not the 4th of July. I hope she changed in to something a little more Dakota-ish before our lastest downfall today.

Speaking of which, shoveling snow in a bad mood, with major cramps, while the wind is blowing it back is not my idea of a good time. Warren and his friend Andrew got it in thier heads that they were going to start the snowblower. (the one that hasn't worked in 2 years. I gave in and got them a small amount of gas. They spent almost an hour trying to get it started. Needless to say they never did. Of course the whole time they were messing with it, and arguing and sounding very much like younger less facially haired versions of thier paternal units, I in my infinite wisdom, did what any woman would do. I shoveled the damn thin myself. I was done and they still hadn't gotten the thing to work. But what really gets me, is instead of helping Warren get it back where it was, behind the house, Andrew just takes off and goes home. Grrrr. So Warren and I had to move the blasted thing. And then Warren felt bad because he was sure they could make it work *and make money doing driveways*. I was mad, because of Andrew and because I told him it wouldn't work. So naturally I lost my temper a bit.

Fortunately after supper we made up. I just wish it would storm tommorrow, so I have an excuse to not go to work. I just feel like sleeping in and staying cozy in a nice warm bed while the snow blows and rages outside. I have a strong feeling I won't get my wish.

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Daily Dumbass: Lets hope little miss short pants doesn't find her self stuck somewhere or she is in BIG trouble
Thankful For: warm cozy bed
Music of the mind: : Emeril music

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.

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