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Well, I had a successful weekend. Despite the paranoid sense that I'm being taunted by red Pontiac G8s all over Omaha, things have actually been pretty good lately. Yes, I will admit it. The only thing bringing me down is me, darn it. But now that I have allied myself with my new music from iTunes, and my impressive haul from this weekend's shopping, I shall rise above it. I am determined.
I even managed to get everything done that I actually had to do. Applied for that job, wrote an email to the JASNA people, kept up with my training at work. It still blows my mind that I'm the one training people on stuff, rather than the other way around. Crazy, I tell you! And I managed not to lose my temper entirely over the loopy woman in my Jane Austen group. Lee, Joyce, if you're reading this, relax it's neither of you. This is just a personal quirk I have to deal with in my position as email correspondent. We can't all be sane. Anyway. Got to coordinate with Julie so she can lend me the new Dan Brown for book club. Cannot wait to get my haircut Thursday. My hair is slowly crawling down my collar in order to strangle me. Eek. And tonight there will be MadHouse M.D., which I'm looking forward to quite a bit. I've missed my cranky doped out slightly lopsided doctor, and though I will be missing the season finale of Top Gear, it's not like the BBC doesn't do reruns. House is House, and I was watching House before I even knew who Jeremy Clarkson was, and without Hugh Laurie, Stephen Fry, and weaselwoman13, I never would've found out about the loud Jeremy. So tonight I dance with the one who brought me.
And if anyone managed to keep up with that extensive non-sequitor, um, yeah. It's Monday, my brain is slightly fried. And I am suddenly hungry for tacos. Hmm...