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OK, best spam subject line of the day:
Does your Mr. Winkie need upgrading?
bwah!
Omnis that sucks. I hope your friend will understand.
I dunno if he knows it happened. He wasn't part of the meeting, which is why it felt very "et tu Brute"ish
ick. Was it a closed meeting or could you clue friend in gently before he hears from someone else?
Man, I have made the same error three times now. And that one click destroys 45 minutes of work. Every. Single. Time.
Bad brain!
my meeting resulted in director going to talk to him, so no chance to really warn. Tho, warning might actually have made matters worse, I think. Hard to say. All in all. Ugggg.
{{{omnis}}} sometimes doing the right thing hurts.
InmememeNews my roommate is $100 short on the rent & if he doesn't get it to me by Saturday I'm scrod. Gah I hate money.
so far things from Brutus meeting seem to be ok. Will know better at dinner break. Ugg.
Laga, wish I could help out, this trip has me biting nails as to cash feasibility right now. {{{LAGA}}}}
Oh I wasn't asking for help, just venting. I'm off to the bank to deposit what I do have.
Because of the not-at-all-fun medical test I'm having tomorrow (whitefont, because it surely squicks ME: colonoscopy), I was only able to eat a limited range of foods until 2:00 p.m. today, and I can only have clear liquids until after it's all over with and the sedatives wear off sometime tomorrow afternoon.
I had a late lunch, grilled cheese on white bread, pudding, and blandly fiber-free cereal. I had some more of the cereal right before 2:00. But because I normally have a snack around 2:30 or 3:00, I'm hungry. Starving. And I've got over 24 hours to go.
At least wanting to gnaw off my arm should distract me from freaking out about the possibility of cancer.