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| therapyToday I noticed how much joy I get from printing out papers at work (especially to pub2 for BW double-sided!), jogging down the stairs, sorting them out into neat piles, hole-punching them, and --BAM!!!--stapling them with one of the automatic staplers.
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| 'pon my browWhere I once thought was written "buy me things", I now think "walk in on me, I dare you" is written on my forehead.
Not that I mind terribly since we are all girls and I am not (very) prudish or ashamed, but it must be noted that one of my roommates--the owner of our new puppy, the reason why we keep the bathroom door shut all the time--has walked in on me four times in the past week! I suppose that says something about both our learning curves. This would not have been of such note except for the fact that I also was barged in on while I voted today in a large, intimidating, antiquated booth. Apparently I took too long.
Happy Super Tuesday to all.
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| i'm onto youyes, that's right. i'm onto you, friends, and your sending me pictures of kittens when i get upset. it works.
darnit. sometimes i fear that i am the biggest sucker ever.
p.s. this has to be documented: googleEric to Joe-how dare you! you open IE and use MSN search on my computer?!
kehe. plus, that night...is "i've made a huge mistake" night.
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| "it's a little bit funny...this feeling insiiiide"I'm sitting here, night before departure, still finishing up my maid of honor speech for my sister's wedding in Kauai. And suddenly it hits me, with a big, broad smile. My sister's getting married. My sister, my world, my first, closest, dearest friend. How happy! This is huge! I read through what I've written so far, and I'm already tearing up. This is going to be one heck of a week. <3
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