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Dec. 6th, 2005 10:25 amSleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I want to sleeeeep.
I dreamt of strange things last night.
Like buying a vibrator at Publix and having some lady at the cash register look at me sternly and give me a Virgin Mary statuette. (Too much Sex and the City?)
Arrgh. Mom just came in and pretended I didn't have work and wanted me to work on the tree just to be able to go "Well, I don't have your work schedule," when I reminded her I have work. Work, yes. LIKE I HAVE EVERY TUESDAY, WITHOUT FAIL. Every. Single. Tuesday.
Also I dreamt that Grant visited me at work and then there was someone who was shot and someone took hostages.
I'm going to be so fucking bored at work today. I need a book.
I dreamt of strange things last night.
Like buying a vibrator at Publix and having some lady at the cash register look at me sternly and give me a Virgin Mary statuette. (Too much Sex and the City?)
Arrgh. Mom just came in and pretended I didn't have work and wanted me to work on the tree just to be able to go "Well, I don't have your work schedule," when I reminded her I have work. Work, yes. LIKE I HAVE EVERY TUESDAY, WITHOUT FAIL. Every. Single. Tuesday.
Also I dreamt that Grant visited me at work and then there was someone who was shot and someone took hostages.
I'm going to be so fucking bored at work today. I need a book.
