Spam of the day is from Zoraida Montoya. Because it reminds me of the Pr1ncess Br1de. “You keeled my father. Prepare to die.” Too bad it was about harnessing the equity in my nonexistent house in Greenville, SC. Bizarre.

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I’m at that stupid point of packing where I can’t really do any more until right before we move, otherwise I will render myself clothing-less. Arg. Maybe I can pack some of the pajamas/workout stuff this weekend, as clearly I am not going to the gym with any dedication lately.

Tonight I have to work at tarjay again… I ended up calling in sick on Tuesday night because I felt like death warmed over and went home and slept for 2 hours then hung out with curt for an hour and went back to bed. So exciting is my life. At least I only have to be there until 9:30 tonight. Whee.

At my other, real job (as opposed to my fake tarjay job? Hm.) I am up to my eyeballs in new account documents and transition paperwork. My desk looks like something has exploded paperwork on it. Blah, I hate having a messy desk.

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One of curt’s coworkers is going mushroom hunting this weekend. He said if he has any luck he’ll be bringing us some fresh morels. Yum. Need to find some recipes.

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Boy has my life gotten boring. Naomi and I had some margaritas last night, does that help?