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Outages as far as the eye can see.

105 loans to do tomorrow at work.
I dread this, I really do.
A "normal" Thursday is at about 75 or so.

105?
I'm going have head explodey by the end of the night.





I want to work in a bookstore again.

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A twelve hour shift, I tell you, is an evil thing.

Now, I sit here (with these goofy feet therapy gel warmer thingies on my feet and feeling stupid about it) with a spinny head and tired brain.

I wanted to go out for carrot cake with the Wee One, but The Unibomber
V 2.0 has her car. He is a pung.

Tomorrow is Newt's college graduation. The Wee One and I have been plotting to make spectacles of ourselves at the ceremony. One idea was a sign which read "NEWT 3:16" to be held up over our heads when her name gets called.

Personally, I wanted to get the God Antenna that William constructed and hold that up. She thinks, however, that this would be a bad idea and would most likely get us locked up. scroll down to the black and white photos to see the God Antenna

"Ahhh," but I replied, in this conversation. "But, that is when we get the mythical Valium drip."