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I hate working, I've decided. It's 7:30 and I'm tired. I'm seriously contemplating going to bed. In response to Beth, I was threatened to create a live journal. Under peanalty of attack from Jena, it had to be done. That really didn't make sense - sorry. If you're reading this, and you're my friend, and I don't have you on my friend's list - just yell at me. It's not that I don't love you - I'm trying to figure this whole hi-tech procrastination aid.