||[Jul. 17th, 2004|08:27 am]
Erin has arisen, apologetic about the 9 hour "nap" she just took. We've been discussing movies we love and actors we loathe. And here it is, 8:30 and I suddenly remembered that, hey, I'm still blog-a-thon-ing!
Breakfast is being served soon. I have had a massage. I am hoping for a renewal of intelligence.
Just now Ferrett looked up at Dmitri, who had wandered out here and was dazing off, glazed. Ferrett startled and cried, "What?"
"Ah, nevermind," Ferrett replied. "I'm getting paranoid, and you're just looking in this direction and I think you're staring at me. You're not staring at me more than a stuffed moose would be, but..."