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This is Peanut.... on top of Ben's head. Peanut wouldn't know torture if it hit her in the face.... She just sat there on his head like that.... as if it were a normal everyday thing.

I haven't been doing all that well lately, and by lately, I mean a while. There are only a few things that make me happy. One of those is of course work. When im at work, the most that I have to worry about is .... "what kind of fast food will i have to eat today)? (they buy me dinner) During work, I get to use several talents/hobbies that I have. Then there is the fact that I get to hang out with either of the two guys who work at DDC (the owner and his partner.) It is nice to be able to talk freely about your hobbies/interests with those that share them. I rarely get the opportunity seeing as most of my friends are not into computers/computery-stuff like me.

So... I was outside "studying" for math when I noticed that there was this dead spider on the picnic table. Something inside me made me poke its butt with the end of my pencil. The spider sort of inflated when poked, and deflated after removing the pencil. Then I touched the end of my pencil to its spinners. Webbing came out! I started to pull the thread as far as possible. This is where I accidentally whip my pencil around... flinging the dead spider towards me. I found this story of procrastination soo compelling, that I decided that I should go inside and type up said story... in order to procrastinate further. I hope you did not gouge your eyes out over this entry. To say the least, it was not exactly riveting, but I don't exactly have to tell you that now do I?