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fictionalGregory Peck died yesterday.
I feel strangely sad.
Today, at work, writing press releases. Trying for the umpteenth time to get them to fucking get my internet at home working.
Wish Time Warner would get its collective head out of its collective ass, and fix things already. It's been a month now, people.
"Love and Other MisHaps" comes on apace.
Planning a jaunt into the city soon to meet the E-ling.
Should NOT have stayed up so late last night watching hindi movies with the boy, for now I am incredibly exhausted and also feel a strange urge to keep bursting into song at odd moments.
I feel strangely sad.
Today, at work, writing press releases. Trying for the umpteenth time to get them to fucking get my internet at home working.
Wish Time Warner would get its collective head out of its collective ass, and fix things already. It's been a month now, people.
"Love and Other MisHaps" comes on apace.
Planning a jaunt into the city soon to meet the E-ling.
Should NOT have stayed up so late last night watching hindi movies with the boy, for now I am incredibly exhausted and also feel a strange urge to keep bursting into song at odd moments.
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Date: 2003-06-13 09:58 am (UTC)We so need to have a Bollywood fest some time in the not-distant future. We can have the Gregory Peck memorial service at the same time... drink lemonade off a chiffarobe, or something.
*hugs*