still mad at Linda- but that's beside the point.

Jessica is going to Post Secret in Bloomington tomorrow- I am jealous.

Beyotch.


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I need a good week of sleep- at once. Just vegetate until I can't move because my muscles have atrophied. I am achey- tired, swollen, just all over crappy. We were let outta work early yesterday to "rest up" for today and the barrage of work but unfortunately I took that time and spent it with Derek lounging (which I guess is relaxing to a point) and playing scrabble. I should have just gone right to bed at 2:20 when I got home to change. Fuck that.

13 days

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West Side Story is tonight- I don't think I'll be able to go. Derek wants me to go to Bond with him tomorrow (we were going to go at midnight but I told him that wouldn't happen) and I don't know quite what time I'll be out of work. Ugh. I wanna see it- but not enough to rush to see it. But I'll do it for him- cause he's been talking about it for weeks.

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I was thinking about the mural I drew senior year in the catwalk of the new auditorium and how many people have seen it/updated it. I wanna go back in like ten years and go "check out what I did" haha. Once Wallace leaves that place I'll have no idea what happens to it. How am I supposed to go "oh, yeah, I graduated in '07 and I vandalized the walls where no one could see it- could I go revisit my work?" All I have to say to her is "hey, can I check out that thing?" and she knows what I'm talking about. I miss her and her matching socks.

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I have to go to work.

More importantly I have to shower then primp myself to a point and then head to work. Fuck.

I do work too much.