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Sugar Baby's BBQ

I can't believe I forgot my phone today. I was running late, so I couldn't go back upstairs to get it.

Anyway, last night and this morning I did much of what I have been doing on my lunch break on the computer. It was exhausting-- and I think my perverse plots must have affected my dreams, too. But I am very satisfied with what I have been doing lately.

I am a little troubled by my server for Winter Light. For some reason, uploading by FTP is sometimes impossible; sometimes it is unavailable to send emails from my desktop-- which makes it almost worthless. I don't understand why I'm having this trouble with GoDaddy, too.

Maybe this is a cursed domain name.

Anyway, that has made it impossible to re-upload a lot of things since I made the switch-- like Lindsey's site.

At lunch today I am doing something a little different. We ran out of lunch meat yesterday, so this is the perfect time to eat out. I will try the wireless at Sugar Baby's BBQ, which will probably be quiet by the time I eat, at 1 p.m.

Sometimes I feel like I am a nation of one. I think I pretty much am the queen of my own little country. Speaking of politics, it looks like Mr. Bush is discouraged by our poor progress in Iraq. Every time he starts to explain that we can't pull out because we must fight the war on terrorism, I can't help but think that to my knowledge, the factions that are fighting one another never intended to target America in the first place. He just says the same thing over and over again, as though eventually it will be true.

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