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I got an awesome package. Rose bath bombs, a chocolate mint bath bomb, an imp of Tombstone, glow in the dark dice, a One Ring bookmark, a book about the making of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, some manga and a sampler of anime episodes on DVD. Fantastic stuff! I love it all. It's from my swapping partner on the BPAL boards. What a nice thing. Anonymous gifting is fun to do.

I had a bath last night with the giant rose bomb. It fizzed forever and the bath was full of that rose scent. It was nice, very relaxing. I drank ginger ale and red science fiction.

I put my plush Peeps on my desk. Might as well surround myself with soft and fluffy things to compensate for the phones.

There was a massive traffic accident on 35 this afternoon that shut down all the southbound side. They had StarFlight out, trying to pry someone out of a car that looked like tinfoil wadded up.

Someone asked me today if I would ever get plastic surgery if I had the opportunity. No, I don't think so. I'm not unhappy with my features, just my weight. And liposuction - that is the most disgusting creepy thing. It has to hurt like hell. No way I would endure that. I think I will just give up fast food instead.

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Peter Jennings has cancer. It makes me so sad. For years and years I watched Peter Jennings before dinner, and wondered why he had better ties than any other newsman. I remember the one that was shades of green, a pattern of X and O. I liked the way he spoke, in a cadence less stilted and self conscious than other newscasters. It never seems as if Peter Jennings is reading a screen instead of just talking. He has a habit of making comments that tread the edge of irreverant that would make me laugh. I had a mad crush on Jennings at one point in time.