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You know what's not fun? Feeling as though you're going to pass out. Especially in the office. Ugh. You know what's even less fun? Having no idea why you feel as though you're about to pass out.
(I realize that it's entirely likely that I felt as though I was about to pass out because I was, in fact, about to pass out. I cannot properly arrange the words, but you know what I mean.)
So. LiveJournaling my way through the icky.
Maybe that should be my journal's subtitle thingy.
Snarkus Uninterruptus
LiveJournaling My Way Through the Icky
Since 2001
Huh. I just checked my profile page to make sure I had the right year and discovered that I currently have 2,800 entries posted. Now I'm reluctant to post this and ruin the perfectly Monk-tabulous, tidy number.
I opened this update window for a reason, but for the life of me I cannot remember what it was. Something other than woe-is-me-ing, but beyond that, I got nothin'.
(I realize that it's entirely likely that I felt as though I was about to pass out because I was, in fact, about to pass out. I cannot properly arrange the words, but you know what I mean.)
So. LiveJournaling my way through the icky.
Maybe that should be my journal's subtitle thingy.
Snarkus Uninterruptus
LiveJournaling My Way Through the Icky
Since 2001
Huh. I just checked my profile page to make sure I had the right year and discovered that I currently have 2,800 entries posted. Now I'm reluctant to post this and ruin the perfectly Monk-tabulous, tidy number.
I opened this update window for a reason, but for the life of me I cannot remember what it was. Something other than woe-is-me-ing, but beyond that, I got nothin'.