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Hey, who's got two thumbs and slept through her workout this morning? THIS GIRL. Crap. I mean, not that I can't afford to sleep through a workout this morning but, crap. I wonder if I actually turned my alarm off in my sleep or if I just forgot to turn it on last night. I mean, either way I got out of it without sacrificing anything but my exercises, but goddamn.

HAVEN tonight! Season finale of Haven, which means I spend Friday and Saturday alternating between recaplysizing and cleaning. This ought to be fun. There is going to be so goddamn much packed into these two episodes it probably really will take us until Saturday and Sunday to get it all which means, kind of, thank god it's airing on Thursday? But oh dear god the heavy lifting. So much packed in to both these episodes, I wish I could take Friday off but I doubt that's going to happen. Ah well. Standard schedule means we have slightly longer to do them than we normally do, so that's good anyway.

Stuff. Things. We might not have a housemate after all, which on the one hand, we could really have used that extra money coming in, and on the other hand, eh. My big house all to myself and the boyfriend? I don't know, nothing's certain yet, but it's leaning towards not at the moment. Whatevs. As long as she makes up her mind and sticks to it for a reasonable amount of time, none of this living here for six weeks and there for who knows how long and then back to needing a place to stay again. It's one thing if it's dire straits, but this is entirely of her own choosing, which makes me all of the cranky. I would like to have notice before you come live with me plskthnxbai.

I need to check in and tag others today. I need to advance further on some of the essays for Murderboarding and deal with fanfic and. I'm sure there's a further list, but I can't think of what it is. Pick up some around the house. Get some knitting done. Stuff like that. Fortunately none of it is urgent and the fact that I have figured out how to balance relaxing with getting stuff done. WHEEE!

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I was seriously considering taking tomorrow off to recapalyize (this is not quite as bad as it sounds, things are really quiet at work) except then I actually got sick, so now I'm taking tomorrow off to do my best Oscar Wilde impression. What fun.

This is easily the funniest thing I have seen all day.

I'm having bizarre urges to compose folk songs. I don't even know why, and I would blame the cold or the cold meds except this started a couple of days ago. I even have (had?) some of the melody line in my head. God knows whether or not it'll still be there when I get home. Still, this might be one of the more entertaining things I've ever done while stoned. ... Apparently whoever's behind the in-character journal likes it, too. Awesome! ... Crap, that means I actually have to do it, doesn't it.

I have to say, if I'm going to come down sick, at least I have shitpots of leftovers and a couple of tins of juice in the freezer. Though I would love a grocery run. Maybe I can convince the boy he needs to go for groceries tomorrow morning. I'd go tonight except I just want to go home, curl up on the goddamn couch, take cold meds and eat dinner and watch Haven and then fall over and pass out. Which is more likely to be, watch Haven, fuck around online with horse games while I babble about Haven and Blue Lion renders the babblings into more coherent note form, assuming either of us is coherent at this point. But, you know. Details.

Even customers are telling me I sound sick. The good side of this is, I think, aunt won't look at me funny for going "Yeah I'm not coming in tomorrow." or "I'll call you if I feel well enough to come in." I had a customer tell me I sounded sick over the damn phone.

Yeah. Peace out.