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Tuesday, December 10, 2002
So groggy. Why am I at work so early in the morning? God, someday, I swear, I'm just going to find myself lock down and shut off all major functions. I'll be the first self-induced coma... Well, well, well lookee here! The ladies at work are being extra nice today. Must be finals fever. No one would be evil enough to snub a student on this of all weeks. This week is all about kids ambling about in a daze, often crying or flinching when spoken to. Is that just me?
By the way, I forgot to mention that last night at Friday's? Awesome fun! I want to thank Linda for pushing us through the end, even when I felt like it was time to go. She was there, encouraging our do-gir skills. (For those who are confused, the girls I live with are extremely talented at finishing off a plate. Any plate. Twice as fast when there's cheese involved.) Without you, I might never have tasted those mozzarella sticks. (How do you spell that cheese?? Motzarella? Mozarella? Spelling is pet peeve with me. It's funny that my best friend, Courtney, can't spell if her life depended on it.) It was decided at TGIF that Mat and Alex are pale ales, Linda and I are amber, Jacob is brown, and Courtney is the dark ale. Figure it out yourself. To be P.C., we are ALL fine beers together~
It's too cold around here. I need a bodysuit to keep around these temperatures. Especially since I only seem to be outside in the wee morning hours, whether going home or coming to school. I sleep with two comforters but it doesn't help that much. The wind is like a knife cutting my bones. (Although, cold is infinitely better than hot. When I'm too hot, I go crazy. Tennessee Williams knows.)
8:54 AM
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