Feb. 18th, 2005

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Reg finally gave me my V-day present, a gift box of Dolce & Gabanna perfumed creams and gel and stuff. I smell really nice now. In return I made him a roast with yorkshire puddings and wow I did well my son. Of course I ate so much fat that I got a little ill after dinner.

I hurt my back somehow, I suspect from bad posture and bad sleep-ture. I then dreamed someone was chasing me, either to kill me or turn me in to people who would kill me. He looked like the guy who killed Swayze in Ghost, actually, prospect-place-willy. He chased me through a safeway all the way to someone's huge gorgeous malibu-style beachhouse.

Anyway I forced Reg to try to massage my back for a bit, but he has no upper body stamina and so I had to fantasize about that ugly nurse in Zoolander totally deep-tissue-massaging me. I took an ACC and it's helping a little.

I finally copied all my mp3s that I'd been cultivating for the past six months from blogville, and am trying to Soulseek the entire albums. It's a long and thankless task, but I'm getting some goddamned great music out of it.

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