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12/24/2003 Entry: "Lil ole Wee Diary Day thirteen"

I left the house to take in the third Lord of the Rings. A great film as long as there were some orcs to kill with a chunk of trebucheted masonry. The rest of the film was pure Schmalz. And two words for the misties: Rock Climbing, Joel. Rock Climbing. Just about every scene with Frodo was like the climax of Rocky II. Get up, Rocky! Grab onto the ropes and get up! The internal dynamics worked well in the book, but in the film gave me a hernia.

Lil Wee 13

While I was in the cinema with Anett, I left my flat in the charge of DJ Tiny, who wanted to mix some beats with the help of computer. Because he was left in charge of Inge, a little black puppy with an unflappable disposition and paws the size of hockey pucks, it was a full house. We put Wee in the Stube and Inge snoozed on my folded up sleeping bag under the computer.

Wee enjoyed her time alone.