July 30, 2002
Oh crap! There’s THIRTY-ONE days in July, not thirty!! Which means I have to think of another 100 words to put up. And I have absolutely no idea what to write! I hate getting to the end of the month and totally scraping the bottom of the metaphorical barrel for things to write. I can’t even write about what I did today because it’s soooooo boring. People who write online diaries must have far more interesting lives than I do. So. Today it rained really really hard. And guess what? Our roof leaks. The gutter’s split. Talk about pathetic fallacy.