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I decided to wear a jean skirt today and fished it out of the laundry thinking "Oh, I just wore it for a few hours on Saturday, it's fine." Halfway to the metro this morning, I realize that I wore it on Tuesday and spilled melty peanut butter all over it. Oops.
Something has been biting the hell out of me - I'm assuming it's mini mosquitoes and I don't have spiders in my bed or anything. Also in the realm of paranoia is that I have bedbugs (I don't) or fleas (it's possible, but unlikely).
I've decided after the board meeting of death on Tuesday that I'm going home early and doing some t-shirt surgery. I've been wanting to do some for a while and that should be a long enough stretch that I'll get a lot of what I want accomplished.
Something has been biting the hell out of me - I'm assuming it's mini mosquitoes and I don't have spiders in my bed or anything. Also in the realm of paranoia is that I have bedbugs (I don't) or fleas (it's possible, but unlikely).
I've decided after the board meeting of death on Tuesday that I'm going home early and doing some t-shirt surgery. I've been wanting to do some for a while and that should be a long enough stretch that I'll get a lot of what I want accomplished.