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is too much.

{{{amyth}}} I hope things get easier for you soon.

Jilli, I have no Mary Janes, or many other shoes, for that matter. Something I might actually take care of when I do my big shopping trip sometime towards the end of the next year.

IcompletelyON, the governors of Illinois and Wisconsin have their bets in for this weekend's Bears/Packers game--the loser has to work at a food pantry in the winner's state, while wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the winning team's logo, "as well as fly the team’s flag in the governor’s office on the day before the Super Bowl."

I'm rooting for the Packers, but the new Gov. of WI is a wanker....

(He turned down federal stimulus funding for a high-speed rail line between Milwaukee and Madison. As a result, WI lost thousands of jobs and the funding went to CA.)

to give me a print-out of his nephew's new contract with the Oakland A's.

WOOOOOOOOOOT.

CJ and I have talked about how the school's reaction is off kilter. But when we went through the whole pencil incident, we made it VERY clear that he needed to be very careful with physical contact. Still. Crazycakes.

Work is eating me from the bottom. I'm on conf call 3 of 4. Talking in circles. Big deadlines on 4 different projects. And I supposidly only have an hour left on the clock.

::stifles the urge to kill tommyrot for reminding her of this fact::

::sobs into her beer::

Go Bears!!!

I'm just bummed that I'll be missing the game since I'll be in class on Sunday. I've already got my dvr all set, and I'm resolved to not listen to the radio at all while I'm driving home. I should get back to my place just as the game finishes, so I'll be a few hours behind in watching it.

I should get back to my place just as the game finishes

Any later than that and you'll be able to tell who won by observing people's behavior in the street....

I plan on watching the dog show on ABC on Sunday.

Any later than that and you'll be able to tell who won by observing people's behavior in the street....

I live in the suburbs, and it'll be damn cold and after dark. There isn't going to be anyone on the street who's not in a car by then.

Very happy to find out that Favorite Writing Prof remembers me very well...possibly better than I remember me from the same period. (I was kind of a mess and had a crush on him that occasionally bordered on Pathetic.) He's a Kenyon grad like Hecubus and an old hippie...those people always love me. Fifteen years ago, I'd have wet myself if I had known that he kept my work, though it's still flattering. Just not nipples-rise- flattering. Although I think there's an Amy Bloom story that started that same way once...and we can't forget my man Philip Roth.