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Evening, everyone, how's it going? I'm taking a break before I set into tonight's plan of dinner, House, Top Gear, shower, and getting back to our new book club member. Boy, it's going to be a busy week. Tomorrow I get to be up two hours later, since I don't have to go in until 8:00! It'll be such a shock to my system. I might actually get to shower before work and have reasonable hair. If anyone wants to see me looking good on a weekday, tomorrow would be a safe bet. But aside from all of that, I have to spend a whole day in New Hire Orientation, and won't be done until 4:30, and admittedly, I am little worried about the commute, since it'll be during normal hours. Wednesday I'll have to catch up on Tuesday's work, go to a team meeting, Thursday's the Super Bowl whats-it deal thingy, Friday I'm meeting my company mentor, whose name is Sheri, so that song has been going through my head constantly, and while I am a fan of the Four Seasons, that song is low on my list. And I have to keep it out of my head, so I have to get creative with the iPod. That was one heck of a runon there, holy cow.
And somewhere in there I need to read Northanger Abbey, figure out what Holmes might be doing for our next meet, wish my best friend happy birthday, wrap my little bro's birthday present, exercise, sleep, eat, encourage my mother, go over Lee's pages, find my other book club's book and read that...oh my god February is way too short for all of this stuff. It's probably a good thing Ben decided to ignore me on Friday, I can ignore him right back and remember all of this other stuff that I need to do.
By the way...I really am way too neurotic for my own good. I don't know why people put up with me like this. Everyone at swing has been very kind even if I don't deserve it. I just need to grow up already. Eric, Lee, Bethany, Hat Ben, they have all been quite patient with me, and I need to appreciate that more. And I probably need to ignore contradicting dating advice; I'm trying too hard, I'm not trying hard enough, I should learn to make pie, I should let that wild side show through a little more...oy, *faceplant*. I give up. I'll just work on the people I already know as friends and let them be just that. Let us, instead, focus on the massive amounts of work getting ready to bear down on us, and the plan of writing lessons for cooking lessons. Knowing MLA format should really count for something in this world.
Lee, Ferrari doesn't make an SUV!!! Or if they do, we should not speak of it. Your characters should be driving a Ferrari 430, and I need to start forcing more Top Gear on you. In fact, I'll have something for you on Friday that should help, little Miss 1950 Plymouth Three-on-the-Tree. Sorry, I will never get tired of saying that, and it does mean that you're awesome.
And somewhere in there I need to read Northanger Abbey, figure out what Holmes might be doing for our next meet, wish my best friend happy birthday, wrap my little bro's birthday present, exercise, sleep, eat, encourage my mother, go over Lee's pages, find my other book club's book and read that...oh my god February is way too short for all of this stuff. It's probably a good thing Ben decided to ignore me on Friday, I can ignore him right back and remember all of this other stuff that I need to do.
By the way...I really am way too neurotic for my own good. I don't know why people put up with me like this. Everyone at swing has been very kind even if I don't deserve it. I just need to grow up already. Eric, Lee, Bethany, Hat Ben, they have all been quite patient with me, and I need to appreciate that more. And I probably need to ignore contradicting dating advice; I'm trying too hard, I'm not trying hard enough, I should learn to make pie, I should let that wild side show through a little more...oy, *faceplant*. I give up. I'll just work on the people I already know as friends and let them be just that. Let us, instead, focus on the massive amounts of work getting ready to bear down on us, and the plan of writing lessons for cooking lessons. Knowing MLA format should really count for something in this world.
Lee, Ferrari doesn't make an SUV!!! Or if they do, we should not speak of it. Your characters should be driving a Ferrari 430, and I need to start forcing more Top Gear on you. In fact, I'll have something for you on Friday that should help, little Miss 1950 Plymouth Three-on-the-Tree. Sorry, I will never get tired of saying that, and it does mean that you're awesome.