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Dreamed that I had put all this stuff into storage a long time ago, filling this little space with boxes and cds and all kinds of odd loose ends. Years go by and I'm not sure if I have been paying the rent. Yet I somehow wind up will all this stuff again, old cds, pictures of my bedroom in the late 80s. Walking around in that area behind Guadalupe where I usually park. Strange strange stuff.

today is warm

My mother had to go to work. So I went to the grocery store instead, and wandered the aisles thinking about food. Some woman yelled at me because I wasn't paying attention and didn't hear her telling me to get out of her way. Bought some nuts, some oranges, some milk. Everyone is off to the football game. I have to go to work, and I really don't want to go.

it's tiring

Someone sent me one of those Crushlink email things. Hmm. I don't really like the idea of popping in all the email addresses of people I know, so perhaps this person will just send me an email. Or perhaps it is just a joke.

I don't think anyone has ever had a crush on me. At least to my knowledge.

Long day at work. Nothing much of interest there. My feet hurt more tonight for some reason. Someone finally bought a fondue cookbook. I fell and smashed my finger against a shelf, hard enough to break the skin. Typing with a bandaged fore finger is a little awkward.

Things that were good about work today: a coworker asked me to contribute something to her zine, I played Rock Paper Scissors for a cup of eggdrop soup and won, got to go home a few minutes early, sold many cookbooks.

Sheila called today and said they had a new person for me to work with in RCIA. (Jenifer went to Houston after her boyfriend was mobilized) Tomorrow morning I will meet Wendy and hopefully it will be good.