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Add this to the list of things that suck: waking up hungover after 5 or 6 hours of sleep and not being able to fall back to sleep. Last night was another enjoyable BBQ for Emily's birthday at which I had (quite) a few beers, but not nearly as many as last year (thank goodness).
Yesterday was also my final day working for Cranch. We only worked 6 hours, but it felt like 12. Now I have 7 weeks to do all those things I've been meaning to do for years. Or I might sit around and watch too much tv and drink too much beer. I'm thrilled to death about being done work, but I sort of suspect that in a week or two I'll miss having something to do every day.
I'm not sure why I'm writing in this thing. Is it for myself? Is it so I can look back at it later and say, "Oh, that's what was happening in my life?" Do I think that by writing things out I'll gain insights into my life? Am I writing so that other people can get a glimpse of my uber-thrilling life? Who knows.
I'm already bored.
Oh yeah, happy 4th of July, y'all.
Yesterday was also my final day working for Cranch. We only worked 6 hours, but it felt like 12. Now I have 7 weeks to do all those things I've been meaning to do for years. Or I might sit around and watch too much tv and drink too much beer. I'm thrilled to death about being done work, but I sort of suspect that in a week or two I'll miss having something to do every day.
I'm not sure why I'm writing in this thing. Is it for myself? Is it so I can look back at it later and say, "Oh, that's what was happening in my life?" Do I think that by writing things out I'll gain insights into my life? Am I writing so that other people can get a glimpse of my uber-thrilling life? Who knows.
I'm already bored.
Oh yeah, happy 4th of July, y'all.