12.5.06

And now for something completely lame.

Dear Diary,

Were there always this many commercials for air fresheners? How smelly is this country?

So it looks as if I might not have to work with the sea hags anymore. (Did I mention that I work with sea hags?) Never again will I have to explain why I don't want a piece of cake at ten in the morning. For all I care they can roll their seaweed-covered haunches back into the briney deep.

OK, I had more. But I forgot it all.

Love, Fluffy