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Dec 29, 2005 07:00

I wonder if the men I support know that I've had a long day and I'd like to have a quiet night, and therefore go crazy.

How the hell can I be burned out on this job? I've barely had it four months. I mean, besides that it keeps me up at all hours of the night and I never see the sun, or my friends.

We have a new roommate at the house. My bathroom looks like The Body Shop exploded in it. The upshot is that she's pretty, which is the only thing I can think of that would make Andy want to live with her. The downshot is that she's twenty-nine and still has her mom do pretty much everything for her. And she has a chihuaha named Samson (whom she nicknames Samsonite). To be fair, the dog doesn't bark; he just makes every other dog in the neighborhood bark. I'm not a fan. I want my bathroom back.

Oh hey, so I have a new cell phone. It took me a month, and a really long and stupid story to go with it. If I haven't mailed you already send me an e-mail and you'll get it.

I'm going to run a bath and try to ignore a Schizophrenic episode.
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