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Maaaaaybe I don't hate my job so much anymore. This morning was really good, I guess I was just fed up with the people I was working shifts with recently, but even besides that I'll be getting a big paycheck on Friday, which is also when I'm going to see the Counting Crows in PA and that's going to be great. I don't really come home very much anymore except to say hi to my mom if we're both around at the same time, and I realized that in addition to a toothbrush, swimsuit, seven water bottles (four full), Apples to Apples, Taboo, two pairs of close-toed shoes, and at least five books I have, in my car, enough articles of clothing to keep me covered in slighty-wrinkled style for about five days. This includes underwear. I'm addicted to the OC and Steph and I have been enthralled for 12 episodes of the first season since Evan is in Ireland and she needs to be amused. I can't wait to start the fourth disc, I am enormously hooked. We drove around last night for like an hour instead of just going to Graul's to get ice cream - at first we were going to go to Cape but then decided to go to Crownsville, which was just silly, because neither Evan nor Jeff was home, and then we went back to Annapolis and watched more of the OC with Mark. Jeff and I are getting awesome at cooking dinner, we're doing it all the time now. His mom shocked me and let me stay over the other night and we got to sleep in the same room, I was so surprised! I'm really slacking on my reading, which is the only part of all of this that kind of sucks. And for some reason I've been killing bottles of water? So weird. Whatever.