how in the hell did it get to be 8:30 at night? i’m not even wearing any pants yet, it can’t be 8:30 p.m. i want a recount or something. it already seems like 100 years ago since i went to brunch with the fam (really, it was 11 a.m.) for mom’s birthday. i vaguely remember taking a nap and reading for a bit, but i am pretty sure that i haven’t spent the rest of the afternoon just sitting here working on a little project for iwilldare.com’s third anniversary. this is so totally unfair. i don’t want it to be monday tomorrow. i want on more day. i want a day to do laundry and lay around on the couch. grrrrr.
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