Monday, September 25, 2000
 
 
There was a little dark spot on the sink that I couldn't remove, even scraping at it with my fingernail. It was as if it were a part of the porcelain. Then, two minutes later, it came off with a splash of water.
 
The fold in Tim's rent check was bothering me, so I straightened it out.
 
The tip of my left index finger is sore to the touch.
 
I would love to have an iron horse statue in my living room, but it would frighten me.
 
   
         
         
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