07.08.02 - 1:29 p.m.

(uhm. another email from Damon. as you can see, we discuss? v. profound things. Original date - Monday, November 6, 2000)

Boo.

You know what?

I slept at 4:30am last night.

You know when I woke up?

SEVEN FUCKING THIRTY.

You know why?

BECAUSE F'ING SPAZ DECIDED SHE -NEEDED- TO GO OUTSIDE, AND THEN F'ING SID DECIDED HE -NEEDED- TO BE FED.

*grumpgrumpgrump*

And then Kari woke up too, so I decided to eat breakfast with her, and then I was too awake to sleep.

Now I'm TIRED.

I should go back to bed.

zzz...

Hee! Why aren't you online? *grump* I wanna bother you in person. *turns into a leech and clings and irritates*

CbN's server is crapped up! *grumps more*

I'm bothering Diane on StL *smirks* We've come up with German porn-star names for ourselves and I'm trying to convince 'em all to change into those names and sit around and see how many puzzled onlookers we draw *rotflmao*

haha! I've succeeded

*lingers*

*gives you the play by play*

*obviously needs more sleep*

Come baaaack!

Hm. Since you aren't on...

Get onnnnn!!

That, of course, can be taken to sound like a very desperate call for Jane-on-top, Tarzan-on-bottom sex...

*spaces every sentence*

Oog. I'm not even drunk. Maybe I should get drunk. I bet I'd actually mellow out *heh*

Okay! End this email.

You gonna be on tonight?

(probably not considering my current state of madness is likely scaring you away...)

Run, Forresta, run! [uhm, okay. i have *no* idea what this is about! - e]

Signing off,

Damon