September 27, 1998 8:46 p.m.

i think i've made a new friend. how wonderful. she's quite obscure and lovely, and i met her through her page. which is also obscure and lovely.

this place is a wreck. really. i don't know where to begin cleaning it. i hate when i get this way because i don't care about anything. i cleaned clothes today. straightened the living room. but it's still a corner of hell. if you really love me, you'll buy me prozac. heh. sorry, i couldn't resist. anyway, i'm off to tie knots in the laces or something...c ya.