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Wednesday, February 19, 2003 

Oof...no one ever said Superstore oatmeal cookies were good for you -- how can they be, they don't even have oatmeal chew -- but I figure that oatmeal is a great way to start and end a day, so my manic tendency to eat everything in sight is working overtime this reading break. Home breeds such gluttony. Sentimental tagline: Home is where the heart is. Realistic tagline: Home is where nothing gets done slower than you ever thought possible, all while consuming vast amounts of butter-and-flour creations reminiscent of more festive times and reverting to stay-at-home-mom middle age-edness. It's kind of fun, actually, but I'd rather be 35 in the fifteen years' grace I've been given till then.

Mind-blowingly incoherent. Manke tanya tuula? *sigh*

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