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Friday, July 02, 2004
You know what I did today? I napped.

Well, first I went to bed at 7 am. Then I fell asleep. Then I woke up at around 2:00 pm. Then I had one cup of coffee and some eggs. Then I went on the computer and read some of my illicitly-downloaded-Harry-Potter-and-the-Order-of-the-Phoenix-which-I'm-only-reading-on-the-computer-until-I-can-borrow-someone-else's-copy/buy-my-own-copy*, and then Andrew came over. Then I thought about having more coffee but instead went and had a nap because I was too tired to get the coffee.

Shit.




*I stayed up all night reading Goblet of Fire the other night and it made me cry. Poor Cedric. You must realize that I found the first three books vaguely amusing, often insipid and lacking in emotional depth, although with some fun ideas. So it came as a surprise when the fourth one started kicking some ass, and ended with such intensity that I couldn't wait to go find a real copy of the next book, but actually had to download it purchase it with my own money like any law-abiding citizen, as I did with the sixth Gunslinger book.

(Hmm, I should probably not discuss breaking copyright law on a website that contains my full name. Therefore, let me conclude by saying that the preceding was merely a piece of fiction, as is my whole blog, a work of creative writing that can in no way be proven to reflect any reality of my life.)

Besides, I still hate reading on the computer. It burns my eyes, it's not portable, it stinks. If these damned serial novels weren't so compelling, weren't the only thing in the world I find interesting these days...