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i'm waiting for the heartaches to come...

And then suddenly I blink and itís Thursday

Man, I feel spun today.

Meaning I feel frayed and unfocused and like any second now I could just completely spin off my axis and get sucked into a hurtling vortex of outer-galactic terror.

Yeah, like that.

GB and I even had a lovely spat this morning.

Over the fact that our house is too damn small and how it should be OK that he takes it over with his thousands of CDs (we both have thousands but he has more thousands) because I am taking it over with all my books and clothes and assorted crap.

Blah.

And here at work I have this massive to-do list and I donít even know WHERE to start. Thatís the damn thing about this nifty new Palm Pilot. It tells me WHAT I have to do it just doesnít suggest a starting point or, even better, focus my mind so that I can concentrate on one item at a time.

Öin other news, my damn raise finally went through according to my bank statement online. But since I donít receive the actual check statement until tomorrow I donít know how much of that is retro-pay (since they took a full-month to kick it into gear) versus cold hard raise. Either way itís more money and I am very happy about that.

Especially since yesterday I realized that I am paying at least $100, if not $200 a month more in expenses than the spouse is YET I AM BRINGING IN $200 LESS A MONTH Ė IN PART BECAUSE SOMEONE WAS ONLY CLAIMING ď0Ē ON HIS TAXES.

Um, in case you couldnít tell, someone is on my shit list today.

I donít want to nickel and dime everything, but honey we gotta work that out a little bit betterÖ

Blah.

Class was OK last night Ė the instructor is definitely VERY different than the professor I had last semester Ė like completely opposite philosophy about writing. Itís good actually Ė good to get a very different perspective.

Of course, Iíve already figured out just who in the class I canít stand.

There are at least two of Ďem Iíd say.

I know, I knowÖitís so bad the way I do that insta-judgement thing. Only itís not really insta-judgement Ė itís based on two classes nowÖ

Itís just that there are some people who really like to hear themselves talk and it gets a bit tiring after a while.

Hmmm.

Do you think that maybe Iíve got PMS? (post menstrual syndrome)

Probably.

Um, what else Ė oh Chicago Ė a few of you wanted to know how it wasÖ.

Very entertaining Ė although not necessarily, at least in my humble opinion, very deep. I actually liked Catherine Zeta-Jones and Iím not normally a fan.

In fact I think I liked her better than I liked Renee Zellweger.

Donít get me wrong, Zellweger was good Ė but the whole time I was watching her and Richard Gere on the screen I felt as if I were witnessing the great Squint-Off of 2003

But yes, very entertaining. Definitely worth a matinee price. Donít forget the Raisinettes.

I really suppose I should stop bitching now and just get to work. Apparently the Palm Pilot will not DO the things on my to-do list for me either. Really, whatís the purpose then?

12:45 pm - 01.30.03

sounds: The Cora1
words: Hou$ekeeping
i am: cranky, can you tell?

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