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i need so much sleep. my body likes 10 hours nightly, with 12+ every once in a while, and i've been giving it 5 or 6 for the past month. not good.
i wonder if i could stop at home before going to the church (i was volunteered to babysit. this doesn't make me happy.) and pick up my shirt and the sewing machine, and just glare at anyone who says anything about it. i really want to finish it by thursday, and if i could finish it tonight, i could go to bed early on wednesday.

you know, i think this whole assessment thing might actually work. i'd want to make myself a pair of pants as well, to fight in, but i *think* i could do that. the only difficult part is cutting the curved crotch seam, the rest of it's straight edges and drawstrings.

gah, break's over. boo.

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if i have to listen to one more nsync or lauryn hill song, everyone in the mail room is going to find themselves suddenly listening to very loud celtic music.

grr.

repeats to self: next week i'll be in my cubicle, next week i'll be in my cubicle...

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well. i didn't kill anyone. or even maim anyone. i wasn't even verbally abusive. (okay, just a little.)

i still want to sew the cuffs on my shirt tonight, but i have to redo the gathers first. which means pull out all the stitching and sew it all over again. i also have to finish the slits. grr.

i still can't decide if i'm writing this journal for me or for an audience. i think it fluctuates. (yes, readers, i'm talking about you...)

well, i got home from !@#$% babysitting at church 5 minutes after the spike/baith (that would be faith in buffy's body, and no i'm not explaining) scene that i really wanted to see. boo. at least no one snarked at me about watching it. although my mother did get on my case about the babysitting... "you know, people noticed that you didn't seem very cooperative.." and something about being not happy, and i said, "well pardon me for revealing my true feelings." she didn't respond. grr to her.

oh, i haven't gushed about my bday present yet! my dad went to a computer show and entered a contest, and won first prize! and then gave it to me! it's called a "dream machine", and it's a cd clock radio. not that much bigger than a discman, and it's got speakers and a headphone jack and everything. it's SO COOL! and i took it to work today. thus the possibility of me blasting celtic music when i snap at work.

for some reason, i have "girl" stuck in my head... i think it's cuz of the being told what to do and not having any time to relax. (you know, tori, "she's been everybody else's girl, maybe some day she'll be her own..." yeah. that.)

i don't feel like dealing with anything. so i won't. not a particularly wise decision, but everyone else can just deal. cause i'm not. :)

::sigh:: tired. must talk to andy. must sew shirt. must get off the damn puter.