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I have some song stuck in my head, but only a line. Go away go away go away... It must have been one of those cds, I think it was Vertical Horizon. Another one that's a random radio rock song with the line one good turn deserves my dying. But I don't know why I've got a brain full of song fragments and nothing else. Too much time playing Soul Calibur I suppose.

On the bright side I'm learning to throw other players pretty well.
I am also learning to play hackey sack, which is a silly hippy sport so far as I concerned. It just helped pass the smoke breaks. We play in the parking garage.

I'd post the grocery list, but Alan has it along with the change. London broil, a pound of smoked and peppered salmon, four kinds of yogurt, lemonade, couscous, poblanos and eight million other things.

Why am I still up? Couldn't say.

The cat likes to roll over and taunt us with his furry belly. The moment one touches it he curls up and bites.

letters

Dear Self,

Hobby Lobby is not your friend. The Container Store is, however.

love,
Me

Dear Asian Boy in tricked out Honda,

While I acknowledge your attempt to subvert the stereotype, driving 45mph on the highway does not make me like you.

No love,
Girl in the red Honda behind you

Dear thuggarific guys who caused a six car pileup right in front of my exit,

Thanks. Really. Jackasses.

much fist shaking,
Girl just trying to get home

In other news, I bought $15 of socially conscious chocolate, one glass jar and one bottle of vitamin water. It's muggy and sticky outside, and makes me want to never leave the house. But today is my Friday! I am so glad I'm taking tomorrow off to go hang out with Sarah.

trying to get me in trouble

I'm having one of those days that gives one a headache for a bunch of petty, stupid reasons. I am so glad I'm not coming into work tomorrow.

Most especially because several weeks ago I was in a training class for scaling structures from aerial photos onto FEMA maps. I irritated the trainer by not doing something exactly as she wanted it, but I didn't think it was a big deal. Mostly it amused me. I found out today, just before I was due to attend another class, that the trainer went to my supervisor and complained that I was disruptive, arrogant and argumentative. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? All because I freehand drew my structure when I realized the example lot was incorrectly scaled. That bitch. I most certainly did not interrupt her class nor did I cause any kind of scene.

Nothing has come of it, because she failed to send my supervisor an email. But I did get a talking to, and a warning to be extra polite tonight. My face hurts from assuming an expression as bland and unthreatening as I could manage.

I gave my lunch to Alan. He ordered me a cheeseburger, which I just couldn't face eating. Bright yellow sticky cheese melted all over the meat and the vegetables and bread. I really just don't like cheese all that much, and even less so when it's that weird yellow rubbery kind. I ate some onion rings, but I'm still hungry. The thought of getting anything out of the vending machine just makes me feel fat.

I would really just like to go home now. I'm tired from spending my afternoon driving around. Since Alan has yet to renew his insurance or his license, I have to drive us everywhere, every day. It's getting very old very quick.