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My throat still feels icky and scratchy, so I had ice cream for breakfast. Yeah. Working 10:30-7:00 today, which is a little more my speed. Nice. I enjoyed lazing around a bit this morning, reading a book (after being harassed by the cats so I had to get up). I think it's definitely a cold, because I've been coughing, although that could just be because of the scratchiness. Suckage.

I'm going to tell the job people that I want the evening hours. I called the DYF people to give me more information about that job. I am a double agent! Yes, indeedy.

Reasons to work 12-9:
Sleeping in.
Being able to go to doctor appts without sick time.
Tuesday night bowling.
Late night time to myself without pressure to sleep.
Time to drift off after cats wake me up.

Okay, I guess I should go before I'm late. Whups!

Move over, Gloria Gaynor!

I think I will survive this job. Although it is FREEZING in this office.

Exquisite Dead Guy rotating in his display case.

I have a pretty amazing schedule at work: Monday - Thursday 12-9, Friday 9-5. This means I'm free from 5:00 on Friday evening to 12:00 on Monday afternoon. Score! I can still take advantage of e-saver weekends. Hooray!

I just found out that one of my new upstairs neighbors is a girl named Kellye whom I was introduced to while I worked at Stonewall. She and her partner live just above me, and I got to chat with her for a little bit when I got home from work. She told me that (and this will be of interest to you, Sean) the reason the fire and police departments were at my apartment building that one day is that a young man who lived in the building (on the second floor, I think) committed suicide. How sad! None of us know who he is, though.

I'm dead tired today because I'm fighting off whatever is causing this scratchy throat. I think I'm going to make myself some dinner and settle into a movie. Maybe Lost and Delirious because it reminds me of Zuzu. And then I will try to go to bed early. I think I will take a bath using the blue bath stuff that my Juliann gave me.

Tomorrow is Coworker Justin's last day, so he is coloring his hair purple. Coworker Sharon is going to spray-color her hair in celebration, and I think I will use the red goo for the occasion. We're all going to the Greek Festival to celebrate. Whoo!

Steven, are we doing anything this weekend or what? I hope I'm not still feeling crappy.