Because
satinalien has the right idea
Dec. 9th, 2005 12:00 amA sentence from the beginning entry of each month of 2005.
Jan. 1:
I packed another box while watching "The History of Sex" on the History channel.
Feb. 2:
Symptoms: Nasal congestion, post nasal drip, vomiting (liquids, not solids,) cold chills (thurs and fri,) hot sweats (sat and sun,) severe hacking cough, sore throat, loss of appetite, slight fever, fatigue (sleeping 15 hours a day,) headache, sensitivity to light and sound, loss of voice.
Mar. 3:
I typed a brief comment asking if he was indeed the Matt Cibula who taught me twelve years ago.
Apr. 2:
In an attempt to quit thinking, talking, and writing about death I'm returning to the task I laid out for myself a few days ago, to tell the stories of how I met all the people on my friends list.
May 1:
I'm crying so much it's hard to see the letters on the keyboard.
June 1:
He dreams of visiting Alpha Centauri.
July 1:
3 hours and 40 minutes until I kiss this job goodbye.
Aug. 1:
My boss came up to me on Thursday and said "Carla, I don't know if you've heard but people around here have nothing but good things to say about you."
Sept. 1:
Scott also gave me permission to take a class.
Oct. 2:
Returned at 9:00, turned on the set, all was well for one minute and then the TV turned itself off.
Nov. 1:
My show is called (or rather WILL be called as soon as they post all my information on the schedule) Self-Indulgent Radio and will air every Thursday from 6PM - 8PM eastern standard time.
Dec. 2:
However, as the term draws to a close and I find myself behind on my academic writing assignments, I realize I've had enough of academic writing.
Jan. 1:
I packed another box while watching "The History of Sex" on the History channel.
Feb. 2:
Symptoms: Nasal congestion, post nasal drip, vomiting (liquids, not solids,) cold chills (thurs and fri,) hot sweats (sat and sun,) severe hacking cough, sore throat, loss of appetite, slight fever, fatigue (sleeping 15 hours a day,) headache, sensitivity to light and sound, loss of voice.
Mar. 3:
I typed a brief comment asking if he was indeed the Matt Cibula who taught me twelve years ago.
Apr. 2:
In an attempt to quit thinking, talking, and writing about death I'm returning to the task I laid out for myself a few days ago, to tell the stories of how I met all the people on my friends list.
May 1:
I'm crying so much it's hard to see the letters on the keyboard.
June 1:
He dreams of visiting Alpha Centauri.
July 1:
3 hours and 40 minutes until I kiss this job goodbye.
Aug. 1:
My boss came up to me on Thursday and said "Carla, I don't know if you've heard but people around here have nothing but good things to say about you."
Sept. 1:
Scott also gave me permission to take a class.
Oct. 2:
Returned at 9:00, turned on the set, all was well for one minute and then the TV turned itself off.
Nov. 1:
My show is called (or rather WILL be called as soon as they post all my information on the schedule) Self-Indulgent Radio and will air every Thursday from 6PM - 8PM eastern standard time.
Dec. 2:
However, as the term draws to a close and I find myself behind on my academic writing assignments, I realize I've had enough of academic writing.