... i'm done.

work has ended and i took down all the christmas decorations in the lobby, vacuumed and arranged the furniture in a pleasing, fung chui type of way. i know Guido will re-arrange everything when he lopes in tomorrow, which will totally piss me off, but what can you do.

no, we still do not speak. i won't. i wouldn't pee on him if he was on fire. i wouldn't waste my pee-pee.

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i also filled the hot tub and wondered why the hell i don't spend more time in there.

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i ate healthy today, which is probably why i feel a little crabby. all that fiber really bugs my stomach, and if i keep this up i might not be able to appear in public, if you catch my drift.

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i did finish ( or almost finish ) a project i had on the needles, so it's off to the next one. i'm not sure i have enough brain power to write anything, because i am pretty tired. but, i'm going to do SOMETHING bfore i pass out tonight. first stop is the workout room, then dinner, then calling 911 to come and get the fat lady off the floor.

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no, i have not specified a day yet. i'll let you know when.
and what happens.

i'm a little nervous.

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no, really, i have to go. the rowing machine is calling my name. oh please, don't try to stop me.

hah.

:)