oh, my god, this has been a most horrid day.
I just want to cry and stay in bed. hey, bed. I think I'll go there now.
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oh, my god, this has been a most horrid day.
I just want to cry and stay in bed. hey, bed. I think I'll go there now.
{{{{Nora}}}}
Oh, poor Nora! You've been in the middle of it all. Did you just get home?
{{Nora}} Do what you gotta do. Feel better, sweetie.
Skippity-skipping 260ish posts to respond to Erika:
but it's still odd being in a one-Buffista town.Eventually, Casa Grande will qualify as a suburb of Phoenix. I probably still won't have a car. And/or will live in Minnesota. So it don't much matter. But hey, at least we aren't in a one-Buffista-state.
{{{{Nora}}}}
This is sad. We had our monthly happy hour, and I had one glass of wine, which went straight to my head, and now I can't drive home, and don't want to work.
On the other hand, Wheeeee!
(((Nora)))
blerg. I got home around 8, I was at Mom's and she kept talking and I couldn't figure out how to extract myself.
Got my hair cut -- I'm back to short spikey hair. Got the W2 I was waiting for and I've filed my taxes and now I have my f2f money.
Now I've got to figure out why the cat is yowling.
{{{Nora}}}
(sorry for the delay- the need to say that slipped my mind)