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Saturday, January 31, 2004



Have you ever had one of those days where everything goes up the brown wazoo, and no matter what you try to do to salvage the situation, it simply gets worse and worse?
Welcome to my 2004 so far!

It seems like every day this month has been one pain in the butt scenario and disatster, leaping to another. I guess I should have sensed a warning considering that every year I've experienced ending in a four has turned sour on me. I also should have noted impending doom when I nearly caught hypothermia whilst lighting fireworks for new year.

Anyway. We're supposed to be having our plumbing changed *not wanted, forced upon us* and now *after many delays on their part* we're all going stir crazy and falling over each other and our moved belongings to the point that something's going to snap... this may be my sanity, will keep you posted.

Something else bad and torturous is bound to happen, it's only a matter of time and the ending in four curse. as soon as this plumbing saga is over, one of the other Tenting Soldiers, a Veteran of past campaigns, will employ the wiccan arts to try and salvage something out of the mire with a cleansing spell or two.

Now, where did I leave my valium?

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