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February 03, 2000
The Artful Dodger
Morning! How are we all today? Not you, Peg and Marion. Sit
down.
I'm sitting here working on yet another Doll Project. I would
think this stuff would just come pouring out, but I'm really too tired to function. I'm trying, though. To function,
that is.
I have some news. The folks at the Doll Collecting forum I have
been working with have asked me to be their Editor. I find that fascinating. Of course, I am honored, and if all
goes well I'll be accepting the job. We're ironing out the details now, but it sounds like a tremendous challenge
and a great opportunity for me. If I can get editing under my belt on the web, and do it well, I can go just about
anywhere. I could be really great for my future.
What a boring journal today. I was up until almost 1am last
night -- just couldn't sleep -- and I was back out of bed at 6am. Ugh. It's only a little after 8pm here and I
am already longing to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. I need the sleep. I have so much to do tomorrow,
I feel sick thinking about it.
Everyone take a minute to wave to my Mom and Dad! Hi, Mom and
Dad! Imagine, your worst teenage fears realized; your mom and dad reading your diary. Now I won't be able to talk
about perverted sex and animal sacrifices anymore. Just clean stuff for Mom and Dad. Well, maybe I'll throw the
word "hooters" in every once in a while just to give Pop a jump-start, but for the rest of it, I'll behave.
Since I can feel myself fading, I'll jump from the intro straight
into my newest column. The
Artful Dodger.
I'll be going to bed now. Make sure there's coffee for the morning.
Maji
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