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Friday, June 30th - Slutty
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First, you've got to take this test. Hilarious! (And, yes, those are my
results. It's surprising - I thought I'd be MUCH sluttier ;-)
Ok, I will write something real today. My mood is much improved from even yesterday - I don't wanna get into what was up with me, it's just too scary. So, this morning I was running late for work - Aron was in the shower later than usual and I was willing to lie in bed waiting for him to get out (I can hear the shower from my room, which only sometimes is an advantage). After my nice hot shower, I went back into my room where I paced around naked trying to figure out what I wanted to wear. I wanted something pretty to help the mood, but also warm (we're going through a bit of a cool spell and it's about 63 degree here right now). I sat down on my toilet to contemplate my closet (I have a tiny bathroom off my bedroom, and I can sit on the john and look at my closet across the room). Before I sat down, I noticed the sunflowers I had bought to cheer myself up yesterday; "Hmmm," I thought to myself, "I wonder if those are too top heavy and will spill while I'm gone today . . ." Well, I was in the middle of my business when - you guessed it - the flowers took a nose dive over my right shoulder. Cold water poured down over my side and hip and all over my newspapers and into the plastic chest that holds my tampons and cotton balls and other dry goods. I kept trying to reach around and push it back up, but I couldn't really move right then and I was forced to sit there and take my second shower of the day. I was really late to work. So, today is the Friday before a 4-day weekend and everyone at the office is in a joyful mood. Or they're just not here. Most everyone who could took today off, so there's hardly anyone here anyway. I had to take an early lunch (because Melissa, the other receptionist, is gone too), so I went out for sushi with Christa and Jenna. That was nice; my lunch hour is usually the "odd" hour (1-2 instead of 12-1) and I usually eat alone. Friends. They're so important. Jeez.
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