Right as I was coming out of work Clint called me. He said he was at the movies with Tyson and Erik. I asked him which movie he was seeing, and he told me I didn't want to know. So, yeah, I immediately knew he was seeing "Eight Crazy Nights." This was obvious to me because a few nights earlier I mentioned that I really, really wanted to see it, and he told me he felt it was more of a rental movie. So, bah. That sucks. Now he's seen it and I haven't. And I was the one who wanted to watch it in the theater in the first place!

Diaryland was acting strangely today. I tried to post early this morning, and it just wouldn't let me. That made me sad. I'm considering redesigning my diary. I don't know, though. That requires actual work on my part, and I remembered that I'm lazy. And it's not like anybody reads this thing anyway. If I change it, it will be to make myself happy by having a pretty page.

So, yeah... Clint is on his way to pick me up. We're going to my grandfather's funeral tomorrow. No, I never did get the balls to call my grandmother. I'm a loser like that sometimes.

My feet hurt. I'm hungry, but not.

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