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judecorpI have all of these things I want to write and think about and do, and I don't seem to have the time (or the energy). I need a happy medium of sorts, because when I had /too/ much time to think, I really spun myself into a weird metacognitive loop. Where is my happy medium??!?
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cappucinogrrl and kungfoogirl, and I dropped the ball - the former because I didn't want to interrupt any potential religious goings-on, and the latter because I ended up in a cranky ass mood and really needed to just not talk to anyone. I also missed the big Trading Spaces hoopla because of aforementioned cranky ass mood. Le suck.
And now I'm off to another fun-filled day of work, but at least I'm wearing brandy-new pants! They are soft and comfy and black and I just love them love them. I <3 Old Navy! I just hope I never, evereverevereverever as long as I live have a day as frantic as last Friday was. (Of course it was a terrible day, I was supposed to propose that night, so of course /everything/ had to be a clusterf*ck.) I don't really ever want to feel that way again. And I know I've got to re-find my work-stress-management skills, but I didn't need to be inundated with it, either.
Okay, enough from me. Time to brush my stanky teeth! (Oh, and keep on guessing in my poll!)
I know I promised calls last night to
cappucinogrrl and kungfoogirl, and I dropped the ball - the former because I didn't want to interrupt any potential religious goings-on, and the latter because I ended up in a cranky ass mood and really needed to just not talk to anyone. I also missed the big Trading Spaces hoopla because of aforementioned cranky ass mood. Le suck.And now I'm off to another fun-filled day of work, but at least I'm wearing brandy-new pants! They are soft and comfy and black and I just love them love them. I <3 Old Navy! I just hope I never, evereverevereverever as long as I live have a day as frantic as last Friday was. (Of course it was a terrible day, I was supposed to propose that night, so of course /everything/ had to be a clusterf*ck.) I don't really ever want to feel that way again. And I know I've got to re-find my work-stress-management skills, but I didn't need to be inundated with it, either.
Okay, enough from me. Time to brush my stanky teeth! (Oh, and keep on guessing in my poll!)
