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July 19, 2010
Still only partially dressed (boy-shorts, tank-top, no bra) and with no intention of leaving the comfort of my neglected rat's nest called a living room, it is three in the afternoon, and I have consumed more rice than the human stomach should reasonably hold. Luckily, as any rice expert knows, I will be hungry again within the hour--possibly with more starch added to my diet than necessary, but no worse for wear.
 
I should be cleaning. I can hear the unwashed dishes crying out for mercy, and the carpet's screams are muffled with dust.

Maybe tomorrow.