Monday February 24, 2003

I've been vindicated

My brother and I had another AIM conversation this morning (our preferred method of communication these days) in which he assured me that I did NOT kill our beloved rabbit ten years ago. For the last decade, I've been carrying around the guilt of committing involuntary bunnyslaughter by spraying weed killer on the lawn (bunnies don't digest such poisons very well). Turns out our little guy died from other reasons. Why couldn't have someone told me this before, instead of letting me believe that I'm cursed with horrible animal skills? Sheesh.

Tomorrow I have to hand in the introduction of my paper on phantom limbs. It's not done yet. Actually, it's not started yet. I'm getting there, but I feel the need to procrastinate a little longer.

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Maybe I'll start now.

Or in a while.