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motivation? MIA. What I want to do today is finish the book I am reading, go home and catch up on tv. unfortunately, they won't pay me to do that. bastards.

I should really take a late morning walk and go get some food. This skipping breakfast stuff is just crappy.

OMG Gudanov, that's the cutest thing ever. The YAY! at the end KILLS me!

I am a glutton for punishment. Just when I finish library school, they offer a class I've been wanting to take - Electronic Text Design. So I just wrote to the prof asking if I could sit in on the class. What am I doing to myself.

Stupid no-sound work computer!

I want a massage. Maybe I will treat myself to one after the semester is over. Aside from the part where I'm already spending bazillions of dollars on other stuff (Dear friends: Stop getting married. KTHXBYE.), and shouldn't spend any more on that. But it might be worth it to not go out for a while. HMMM.

I am not getting married. you're welcome. I only stay single for my friends.

I need someone to get married. I've found the perfect summer daytime dress to wear to a wedding.

It's even pink.

A massage would be terrific. I'm waiting for the massage therapist I usually go to to call me back and set up an appointment. (A 90 minute massage for $60--so totally worth it.)

I don't particularly want a wedding (so, Jesse, you can send that breadmaker to someone else) but I kind of like the thought of being married at the moment. I think I may just be a tad stressed.

I have a gift certificate for a day spa, and I called Monday to book a hot stone massage -- their hours are 10-6 Tuesday-Saturday, which gives a working girl like me a very small window of time that I could make an appt. And then there are all the other working girls who have the same issue.

Their first opening that would work with my schedule? May 27th. Man.

Leif just killed me DED.

Re that poor kid in Florida and the foster care system, Nutty is very wise.

Gah. The whole thing is ill-making. The utter heartless grandstanding, the cruelty of siccing the attorneys on her on the morning she was scheduled for the abortion, the self-congratulatory "We're only thinking about this poor frail child - so young, so tender! - who is surely too naive to make such a momentous decision all on her own, poor childish dear" smarm oozing from the mouths of various grown-ups who surely weren't bubbling over with concern for her wellbeing before.

Oh, that poor girl. I can't imagine what she's going through right now.

Steph, I have found that even calling a day spa for an appt during the day requires a couple of weeks notice to get in. Who plans their pampering so far in advance?

t last minute girl