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I think I'm getting Melynda's insomnia just by sitting here. Neither one of us are asleep, despite the hour. I've given up and decided to start on my morning caffiene. No sense in waiting.

good morning

I'm up at six in the morning, and I have Boromir on my desktop, and the sticker from a navel orange on my left hand. It's been a very entertaining night, and it ends on a happy note.

It's definitely been one of those days. I'm so going to have a headache later. Oh well. Call it practice for working the nightshift next week.

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On the lists of reasons why I think my ticket to the underworld should be upgraded to first class, add eating chips while reading Gourmet magazine. It's so wrong.

Back to clouds and cold. Melynda and I slept until the afternoon, when I had to call the HR people at the new job. Seems my last place of employment won't do more than say I worked there for a time, and now I've got to track down references from the job before that. Which was a dot-com that went bankrupt two years ago. Argh. Fortunately, the frustration and freak out over that didn't last too long. (Steven and Suzanne, send me your numbers and please don't tell them of my love for fire)

Lime juice is good. That is all.