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Yesterday I slept two hours late, took a three hour afternoon nap and went to bed early to sleep nine hours. I could still sleep for another five or six. It would be really spectacular. Especially as the person next to me at work came in violently sick and contagious because she doesn't have the sense to stay home, and I'm trying not to punch the guy at the other end who is declawing his cat this week. I'm sorry, delawing an animal is a barbaric and disgusting practice. If you want your cat declawed, I think you should also have your fingers cut down to the first knuckle. That's what they do you know.

This week I've got to clean the apartment. It's making me crazy. Must vacuum everything.

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I made tiramisu tonight, with some of my port and the Starbucks espresso liqueur that's so good. Now I just want to read a glossy magazine in the bath tub with my minty bubble bath and pretend to be back in the Driskill.