Thursday 3 December 1998

Ack. My glasses keep gnawing on my ears and sliding way down on my nose, a certain sign that I'm tired. I have no idea WHY this should mean that I'm tired, but it is one of the last signs before I start to get sores in my mouth.
Petz.net roamed by our dimension today, and I used the opportunity to summon a creature which I thought would be a counterbalance to Roger the noisy, hyperactive Chihuahua. Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Smokestack the noisy, hyperactive Dachshund!
Since the assembled critters have managed to reset the computer somewhere around ten times during the last hours, I don't have time to say anything more about them. :)

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November 1998